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honey-boyyoongi · 3 years

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Pairing ➪ Yoonji x Y/n | Jimin x Y/n Word count ➪ 4.08k Warnings ➪ cursing through out; authors horrible attempt at humor Summary ➪ Y/n needs a place to stay as of yesterday. Her roommate bailed on her, she’s too far from her grandmother, and her boyfriend lives in a box with his best friend. The place she seems to find has everything; space, low rent, a short commute to her job, and seemingly nice roommates. But there are some things that are kinda weird. Like how her female roommate is up at all hours, and her male roommate mumbling about his plants yelling at him in the middle of the night. She can get through this, right?

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“I don’t like this place,” Jungwoo remarks, “you could’ve moved in with me, and mark.” “Your place is too far from my job, and there’s barely any space now.” Y/n answers, “I don’t know I like it, a lot. There’s a charm to it.”

“Yeah, totally. It’s fucking creepy, babe.”

Y/n sighed deeply, she’s been hearing the same spiel for the last few days. She, of course, agreed to be a roommate. Yoonji had her sign an agreement, gave her a tour of the house, and showed her which of the available rooms she could pick. She decided on the room under Jimin’s. She’d have to walk across the hall for her bathroom, but it was worth it. Her room was smaller than Jimin’s, according to Yoonji, but it had large windows, a large closet, and a small balcony. If hers was technically the smallest room, y/n wonders how big Yoonji’s must be being the occupant of the master bedroom.

Y/n was very happy with her choice, and took pictures, with permission, to show Sooyoung and Jungwoo. Sooyoung agreed that it was very cute, and was very happy Y/n had secured a new place. Jungwoo on the other hand, not so much. He said the place looked creepy, and he didn’t like that two men lived in the house. Y/n pointed out if she had moved in, she’d would’ve had to share a space with Mark. Who is a man? His logic made no sense, and from her interactions with Yoonji she would not room with shitty people, gender be damned.

He huffed and puffed anytime she mentioned her move, and made little remarks. It was bothersome, but now it was plain annoying. Jungwoo refused to help her pack in the beginning, made little jabs about how she wouldn’t need to move so many things if she had moved in with him. He grumbled through carrying out her boxes, even though Sooyoung, Sunni, and Yoona helped with most of them.

Jungwoo complained his pretty little mouth off while the girls, and Jimin helped her bring boxes in.

‘Why is he helping? I hope he knows that’s not going to get the girls’ attention.’

‘He’s being helpful.’ She answered.

‘Babe, I think you got the short end of the stick, your room’s tiny. How is my sleepover stuff gonna fit?’

‘Who said you were leaving stuff?’ She asked.

‘Why does he keep smiling so much?’

‘He’s literally being friendly.’ She hissed.

She was tired of it. She said goodbye to her friends, and encouraged them to visit. Jungwoo stayed back to help her put up curtains, so he says.

“Hey,” Yoonji calls out as she makes her way up the stairs. Y/n stops, “Yeah?” “I hope you stay with us for a long time.” Yoonji mumbled. “Awe, thanks Yoonji,” y/n beams. “Yeah, yeah. Listen, I'll see you in the morning, okay?” Yoonji says.

Y/n waves goodbye, and basically skips back to her room. Jungwoo is laying on her bed when she enters, passed out. She did not want him here after the crap he kept spewing. She shook, shoved, and pulled, but nothing would get him up. He could stay the night, Yoonji had already okay-ed that her friends, or Jungwoo could stay the night if they were too tired. While she appreciated that, Y/n wanted her bed to herself. Y/n decides it’s time to bring out the big guns. She throws her giant sloth plush, a very lovely gift from Sooyoung, and hopes for the best. It lands bottom first on his nose, and Jungwoo wakes with a cry. Y/n makes herself look busy folding clothes, putting them on hangers.

“Why would you do that?” he asked. “Do what?” She feigned. “It’s time for you to go,” she says. “I’m not too sure about leaving you here,” Jungwoo grumbles, “I don’t like that Park kid; too friendly. The lady creeps me out, you should stay with me today babe or let me stay with you tonight.”

“ Can’t,” she replies, “I have work tomorrow, and I didn’t let my roommates know you were going to stay.”

Jungwoo sits on the edge of the bed trying to convince her to stay with him. From breakfast in the morning to more lewd activities. She declines everything knowing he will not go through with any of it. He huffs all the way to the door, trying one last time to convince her. Again, she says no. He tries to kiss her goodnight, but y/n dodges each attempt.

He groans a goodnight, and closes the door behind him.

“Darling.”

Y/n yelps, she didn’t know anyone was in the living room,” Yes?”

“Are you upset?”

“No. Uh, maybe? I don’t know.” Y/n answered.

Seokjin humned, “Alright. Do, calm down. Going to sleep upset is not good. Goodnight.”

She replies a small goodnight, and makes way to her bedroom. Now that Jungwoo is gone she can put what’s left of her items away. Y/n knows she’s upset at Jungwoo’s comments. She could’ve been honest with Seokjin, but they’re not close enough for her to say ‘Yeah, Jungwoo was being an absolute ass hat and kept trying to convince me to go with him, or stay.’ She would have to explain he’s been nothing, but rude since she accepted to be a roommate. Y/n decides she’s too scatterbrained to continue organizing. She washes up as quickly as possible, and quickly gets comfortable in bed.

“Now from the top, make it drop”

What?

“That's some wet-ass pussy”

Uh, what? Excuse me?

“Now get a bucket and a mop”

“Jin, turn that shit off! It’s too early!” Yoonji yelled. “Never! It’s a masterpiece! I'm talking WAP, WAP, WAP. That's some wet-ass pussy, Macaroni in a pot,” Seokjin yells.

Well that was a wake up call. Y/n decides it’s time to wake up, and goes through her morning routine. She doesn’t bump into any of her roommates, but she can definitely hear Seokjin bumping to Cardi.

“Okay, I’ll let her know.”

Is that Jimin?

“Well they’re not here anymore.”

Who is he talking to? Is Yoonji downstairs already?

“She didn’t know any better, but she tried. Yes, I’ll let her know. More sunlight, check your soil, and low music.” she hears Jimin say.

Making her way into the main space, she doesn’t see anyone. “Good morning,” Y/n says. Jimin turns around her herbs in hand, “ Oh, hey, morning. I-uh, was doing my morning watering and these little guys looked like they needed some tending.” Y/n cringed slightly, “Yeah, they’re probably borderline dry.”

“Actually, they’re not as bad as you think,” he answers, “the soil is a bit dry, yes, but overall it’s healthy. Check the soil periodically, water it till damp, maybe talk to it, or play music and they should be fine.”

“Oh, I’ve heard of that,” y/n says, “ small positive conversations help grow happy plants. Even classical music helps.”

Jimin nods, “I always have music playing in my greenhouse, and every time I do any form of maintenance on my plants I talk to them. I think they’ve turned out great.”

Y/n nods in agreement, and goes about her morning. Bothering Jimin here, and there about where things are and what’s for the house to share. He’s nice enough to share his favorite cinnamon tea, and some pastries he’s been working on. All of it is delicious, and Y/n cannot stop singing praises for the pastries. Jimin let’s out flustered giggles with every compliment. Maybe it’s her being at ease with Jimin, or being super content from breakfast, but she wants to keep hearing Jimin’s squeaky laugh. It’s endearing, and a bit addictive.

They spend an hour talking about their likes, and dislikes. Even having a joking debate over what type of tea is the best. She still stands by sweet tea being superior, while Jimin is adamant chrysanthemum tea is the best. Jimin excuses himself, says he has a few commissions to work on, and probably won’t see them till the afternoon, maybe later.

She makes her way towards her room, and decides to get the last of her stuff put up. She can no longer hear Seokjin’s music, and assumes Yoonji might be doing her own thing this morning.

Y/n spends the better part of the day fixing her room up. She puts her books up on their shelves, hangs up drawings she bought from different artists, and some plants Yoona gave her as a housewarming gift. She’s missing a few things, but nothing too important she can’t order online.

While scrolling, she notices Jungwoo was trying to reach her.

Jungwoo

Y/n I know you’re upset at me but I have my reasons.

That place creeps me out

I think you should just leave the place

I’ll make some space and you can stay here

Y/n?

Don’t give me the silent treatment babe

I talked to Mark. Pack up a bag you’re staying with us until we can get your things out.

I’ll pick you up after work

Excuse me? Who did Jungwoo think he was? She was not leaving her new place, just because he was a child.

Y/n

Excuse me?

I will not pack a bag

Who do you think you are telling me what to do?

Jungwoo

I’m just trying to help you

Stop being a brat and listen to me

Pack a bag. You’re coming with me.

Y/n

I’m not going to leave just because you don’t like it and think my guy roommates are too friendly and Yoonji is weird.

I like it here.

Everyone has been nice to me and if you want to be a dick then don’t come over. I’ll try to see you when I can.

She decides to mute Jungwoo’s chat for the remainder of the day. If he does end up coming here after his shift, she’ll tell him no again. If he continues to be the stubborn person he is, she’ll ask for Seokjin to escort him out. Yeah, that’ll work. Hopefully.

The rest of the early afternoon goes by quickly, by the time Y/n remembers she hasn’t eaten since early morning. On the way to the kitchen she curses herself for forgetting. It’s about early evening, she could get away with something small before she offers to buy food for everyone.

While going over choices, she hears scratching. Y/n looks by the windows, and the door that leads to the back patio. Nothing. She goes back to debating what to eat, when she hears the scratches again followed by whines. Y/n turns towards the back door, and sees the biggest dog she’s ever seen in her life. It could be a German shepherd from the pointed ears, but she’s not too familiar with breeds.

She slowly makes her towards the patio door; every inch she gets closer the dog’s whining louder, and he.. Is it a he, and it starts to paw at the glass more feverently.

Y/n opens the glass portions of the door, and kneels in front of the dog. “Hi, who are you baby? Where’d you come from, huh,” she coos. After checking, and confirming, yup definitely a boy. “Are you the big dog that’s been chasing Yoonji around,” she asks. He yips, and crawls into her lap, like he’s still a puppy. She scratches up his back, up to his ears, and under his chin. They enjoy a moment or two, the big dog enjoying being treated like a pup.

“Kookie!”

“Kookie!” She hears Jimin yell.

The dog lifts their head, looking for the voices calling for him.

“Kookie,” a deeper voice calls out.

“Kookie, huh. That’s cute buddy,” y/n says. She spots Jimin walking by the greenhouse, and waves him over. Jimin does a double take, and signals who she assumes to be kookie’s owner. They both run over to them, looking hysterical.

“Oh, thank gods. Kookie, you have to quit running away like that,” says Kookie's owner. Again, what is with all these people being literal models. She might’ve said Seokjin was the most ethereal man she has seen. But this man, oh he takes the fucking cake. He’s the definition of tall, dark, and handsome; sweet mother of god, is she sweating?

He squats in front of Kookie, and gives him an intense look. “Kookie, why did you run out of the house like that? I told you to wait,” he scolds.

Kookie whines, and buries his snout into Y/n’s stomach. She rubs his head in comfort, and looks up at his owner.

“Sorry for being rude, I’m Y/n. I’m the new roommate,” she says.

“I’m Taehyung. I’m Jiminie’s friend,” he replies.

Taehyung bends down, and tries (emphasis on the try) dragging the giant puppy off of her, “Kookie. Stop. Being. On. Top. Of. The. Nice. Lady.” Kookie starts to whine loudly, trying his best to cling on. Taehyung huffs, and continues to pull.

“Kookie, get off Y/n,” Jimin grumbles, “she’s not used to… dogs your size.”

Kookie grumbles softly, looking up, giving y/n the best begging eyes she’s ever seen. She starts to coo, “Awe, Taehyung please let him stay. He’s a sweetie.”

Taehyung, and Jimin look at each other hesitantly. Y/n looked over to Taehyung, “Could he stay for a bit? He didn’t misbehave or anything.” Taehyung looks between Kookie and Y/n, “Yeah, it’s fine. I was actually about to ask Jimin to look after him.”

Kookie yipped, and y/n beamed thank yous at him. She brought Kookie inside, and decided to eat leftover watermelon. She switched between giving kookie pets, eating watermelon, and feeding some of the fruit to kookie. Jimin checked in on her frequently, making sure Kookie was behaving. Y/n assured him he was being a sweetheart.

“Jimin.”

“Yes?”

“Is kookie.. aggressive?” Y/n asked.

“Why do you ask?” Jimin responded.

“Well you, and Taehyung keep trying to keep Kookie away. Is he aggressive?” She answers.

“No,” he answers, “Kookie is just very shy, but because he’s so big, whenever he gets excited he forgets about his size.”

“Really? Oh, well that explains what I’ve heard,” Y/n commented.

“What did you hear?”

“My friend Sunni, she says Yoonji can be seen chasing after kookie. Or kookie chasing Yoonji.” she chuckles.

Jimin started giggling, “Kookie likes to mess with Seokjin, and Yoonji the most. I heard Yoonji complaining once of Kookie giving her a hard time.” Y/n giggles alongside Jimin, playfully scolding the puppy.

They spend the rest of the afternoon with kookie. Taehyung checks in via FaceTime to ensure he’s on his best behavior. Seokjin, and Yoonji are surprised to find Kookie on the couch. Yoonji pouts, adorably Y/n might add, at Kookie. She’s still upset he chased her around the neighborhood a few days ago. Kookie gives Yoonji his best eyes, and she instantly melts. Seokjin calls him a brat, and excuses himself for the rest of the night. They eat dinner, courtesy of Y/n, and get to know each other more.

Y/n learns Yoonji is from Daegu, has been best friends with Seokjin since they were born, and was actually good friends with Taehyung before meeting Jimin. Jimin explains he’s actually best friends with Taehyung, and his roommate Jungkook. They introduced him to Yoonji, who at the time was looking for roommates. Seokjin was taking over some family business, so he wasn’t going to be here as often. Jimin agreed, and now he’s taken over the house, Yoonji jokes. He’s halfway into a denial when there’s heavy knocks on the door.

“Who could that be,” Jimin wonders, “It can’t be Tae, he has a key to the place.”

“I don’t know, “Yoonji answers, “Did you invite anyone over y/n?”

Y/n shakes her head in denial. Her friends always informed her when coming over, even Sooyoung when they lived together.

Yoonji gazes from the side window, “Uhm, it’s your boyfriend Y/n.”

Y/n tenses, and kookie starts growling low. Yoonji opens the door slightly, but Jungwoo pushes his way in. “Y/n, what are you doing? I told you to get a bag ready,” Jungwoo announces. Kookie crawls off Y/n’s lap, and lowers himself into a protective stance. Y/n tries to soothe the large dog with little success. Yoonji, and Jimin stare at Kookie, surprised. “I’m sorry about him,” Jimin laments, “he’s not usually this aggressive with new people.”

“Well keep him away from people, if he can’t behave,” Jungwoo sneers, “Babe, go get your stuff we’re leaving.” Y/n shakes her head, “I told you I’m not going.” Jungwoo starts making his way towards Y/n’s room; Y/n bolting right behind him, roommates, and kookie in tow.

“I told you I’m not going anywhere,” Y/n calls out, “I’m staying, Jungwoo.” But Jungwoo doesn’t listen. He’s pulling clothes into a bag, having no care for the chaos he leaves behind. Y/n takes the bag he started, and throws it in her closet.

Jungwoo grunts, “why are you being difficult? We’re leaving y/n.” He goes into the closet for the bag once more, grabbing more items along the way.

Jimin, and Yoonji stand at the doorway flabbergasted; Yoonji having to restrain Kookie, who’s glaring, and growling at Jungwoo. Both stay in a cycle of taking, and putting away y/n’s belongings. Y/n is visibly getting frustrated, her roommates growing uncomfortable not being able to intervene without possibly getting in an altercation.

“Jungwoo, get out!” Y/n yells. “I’m not leaving, you’re not my boss, you’re not my dad, you’re nothing, but a boyfriend! Leave before I call someone to get you out.” Jungwoo stays silent for a moment, “Fine, I’ll leave. Don’t come crying to me when something happens.” He drops the items in hands, and bolts from the room. Pushing his way through Jimin, and Yoonji, slamming the door on his way out. The roommates stay quiet for a moment, no one knowing what to say about what just happened.

Yoonji is the first to make a move. She slowly makes her way into the room, careful to not step on anything; picking up clothes, and dropped items from the chaos. Y/n feels shitty, Yoonji should not be picking up her mess. Her roommates should not have seen that fight.

“Yoonji, you don’t have to do that,” y/n whispers. “I can do it.”

Yoonji shakes her head in refusal, “I want to help.” Both women get into a rhythm of folding, hanging, and quiet looks. Yoonji wants to tell y/n that she’s not upset at Jungwoo’s outburst, but she would be lying. It hurt to know he wanted to take their roommate away. Why, because he thinks they’re a bit strange? He doesn’t know them, he’s never had a full conversation past introductions when y/n moved in. Seokjin is eccentric, but he’s never made anyone uncomfortable. Quite the opposite. Jimin is a sweetheart, he always gives more of himself than he should, and works hard. Yoonji would like to think she’s an open person, she likes meeting new people despite being an introvert. They love their friends, and would do anything for them. Jungwoo doesn’t know them, yet assumes they’d hurt Y/n, which upsets her deeply.

Jimin comes into the room with a cup of tea, and a sad kookie, “Y/n?”

“Yes?”, Y/n answers. Jimin gently places the cup on top of her dresser, “I made you tea, lavender chamomile, it’ll help ease your nerves, and make it easier to sleep tonight.” Jimin can see she’s tired, he doesn’t know what to say to her, he feels like it’s not his place. He makes signals towards Yoonji for them to leave, but Y/n beats him to it. “I appreciate your help cleaning up Yoonji, I also appreciate the tea Jimin, but I kind of want to be alone.” Her roommates nod in acknowledgment. Kookie gives her a sad look, before following them out. Y/n drinks Jimin’s tea; it makes her feel warm, partially settling the knot in her stomach. She decides to go to bed, wishing this gross feeling goes away with sleep.

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Jimin can see Yoonji’s upset, she’s pacing back and forth, silently putting away the lavender and chamomile he had left out. He walks over to the kitchen, not wanting to say anything to upset her further. Jimin picks up the thermos he had left on the counter, deciding to pour Yoonji a cup.

“You need to drink this Yoonji, please, it’ll calm you down.”

“I don’t want it,” she whispers.

“I know Yoon, but it’ll help you. I’ll even add some extra drops of your favorite to help.” Yoonji nods in reluctant agreement, and makes her way to the backyard. Jimin pulls out a special tonic he makes specifically for Yoonji, and Seokjin. Usually he’d only add a couple drops. Normally that would be enough for them to calm down, but Yoonji is going to need at least a few to settle any lingering anxiety. Jimin makes his way towards Yoonji, making as little noise as possible, so as to not startle her. He gently hands her the cup, sitting in the open bench spot, the dark haired girl is sitting on, “Drink it slowly.”

They stay quiet for a while, the only noise being the tea cup hitting the table. “Are we that bad Jimin?”

He shakes his head, “No, why do you ask?”

“Jungwoo felt like we were going to hurt Y/n,” Yoonji whispered. “We did everything. We talked to him, tried to welcome him, made sure Y/n had everything she needed. Helped her when he wasn’t, but somehow we were a danger to her? I don’t get it.”

“He doesn’t understand us Yoonji,” Jimin sighs. “People like Jungwoo never understand.” Yoonji nods glumly. She finishes the rest of her tea, and wordlessly goes inside.

Jimin stays in the garden, watching his plants rustle with the breeze. “Interesting new roommate you got,” a deep voice rings out. “First days in, and she’s already bringing trouble.”

“It wasn’t her fault, Tae.” Jimin answers. Taehyung walks over to his best friend, analyzing the worry lines decorating his soft face.

“Why don’t you tell me what happened, hon.” Tae mumbles.

Jimin explained everything. From Jungwoo’s side-eyes, to his comments that he thought Jimin couldn’t hear. He thought Jungwoo was just worried, jealous that Y/N was going to live with guys in the house. Y/n would chastise Jungwoo every time, telling him they were friendly, nice roommates. Along with her friends that came, he and Yoonji helped Y/n move in her stuff. Jungwoo rarely left the room to help. Everything was fine the next day, they spent time together, got to know each other. Y/n even bought them dinner as a thank you for helping her. Then Jungwoo came, he was upset. He kept asking, no, demanding that Y/n go make a bag because she wasn’t staying. Jungwoo kept touching every part of her space, even though Y/n had told him no repeatedly. It infuriated Jimin. Jungwoo kept dismissing her, choosing what he deemed best without a care. Y/n yelled at him to leave, she was staying no matter what. Jimin wanted to pull Jungwoo out of Y/n’s room. He wanted to get Kookie to drag him out. It took all of him to not hex him to hell for disturbing his home.

Taehyung is hurting for his friend, humans never understand. He had asked around his acquaintance circle if anyone would’ve liked to move into Yoonji’s. No one wanted to room with the elders, apparently.

Taehyung runs his fingers through Jimin’s hair, soft from his most recent trim. He hopes it can calm his dear friend down, and is elated when he hears Jimin’s breathing slow down. He whispers into Jimin’s ear, time for bed. Jimin is freshened up, changed, and tucked into bed later than what Taehyung would’ve liked. Before he leaves, he does a quick sweep of the house, everything seeming to be in place, even the cobweb Jimin refuses to tear down. If Taehyung tries hard enough he can hear a melancholic rendition, if that’s even possible, of Nocturne No.20 coming from Yoonji’s room.

A/n: 👉🏻👈🏻 so lol this is later than what I thought lol, but I got it done before Halloween so I see it as a win lol. This was brought to y’all by a drunk night I had the other day and a twilight playlist. Feedback is always appreciated 💕 if you want to be tagged on the next update pls let me know.

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"Not My Yacht" *Chapter 1?*

So this is interesting:

So "Not My Yacht" was my very first fic. Like, I'm talking VERY VERY first.

So when I started asking around about ideas for a new series, a few of my lovelies went through my one shots and this story and "Doodling" got some good votes.

So, I decided to include the one shot and just added to it for a POTENTIAL new series. We'll see how this chapter goes over.

Also I'll be including Rita Calhoun in this for the FIRST time ever, so I may need assistance from @storiesofsvu to get her voice right. I did my best here. I'll be honest I've never really watched her, just that one where that guy blackmailed her or something.

Also Also, if it wasn't obvious enough this is obviously the beginning of the SVU episode "Her Negations".

I don't want to give anything away because I haven't even really thought that far, but I'm 95% sure this is going to turn in a William Lewis situation fic. So...pretty dark. I'm just warning you NOW.

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And yes, the results are in. There is a part 2!

You breathed in the salty air of the sea of the sunny South Hampton shore; It was a beautiful day for a yacht party.

You walked along the pier as you got closer to your boss’s boat: The Crime Wave. Her husband’s idea of a funny name she claimed as she had invited people from the office to this soiree. You were lucky to even get an invite, just being the assistant to the owner of the law firm. “Who else is going to help me dodge boring conversations with men who just wanted a "free ride” on the bosses boat?“ She had teased you; or at least you hoped she was kidding.

You really wanted to just relax and mingle among the elite lawyers of NYC, seeing as you wanted to be one of them someday.

You saw your boss, Rita Calhoun waving you down as you reached the dock space.

"Ah! There you are, for a minute I thought I’d have to mix my own drinks!” She laughed with a wink. You laugh nervously, unable to discern if she was kidding.

“Calm down sweetie, I’m a big girl. Besides, I like to make them myself, strong,” she laughed again, patting your shoulder. Crap had your face looked that panicked? Keep it cool!

“Go ahead, enjoy yourself. I’ll be here, making sure none of those damn punks tries to sneak on here for free booze,” she scoffed, nodding to a group of highly dressed teens playing chicken on the shoreline.

You nodded with a half laugh, stepping onto the yacht. It was a decent size, a second level deck and a very spacious main level. Not a lot of people had arrived yet, so you decided to pick a spot on the yachts back bench area before all the seating was taken. You began removing your over clothes revealing your swimming wear when you hear Rita greet someone else.

“Ah, Barba. You know we have flare guns on board,”

You turn to see the ADA of New York, Rafael Barba. He’s dressed in a windbreaker and what could be either a dark red or salmon polo. You realize Mrs. Calhoun is referring to the almost neon yellow color of the windbreaker, and you can’t help but giggle. It must have been way too loud because they both turn to you which caused you to immediately shut up and go back to undressing and laying out your towel, but ever so slightly still honed in on the conversation.

“You can never be too careful Rita, who knows how many enemies I’ve made in this town; someone might throw me over,” he smirked.

“And anyone here could make it look like a very convincing accident….even my aspiring protege over there,” Rita nods over to you, knowing full well what you were doing.

Barba turned and looked at you, your body frozen in mid towel thrust. You didn’t know whether to throw it over yourself or just run off the boat right there.

“I know it’s an awful jacket dear, you don’t have to keep staring at him.” She called over to you. God why did she have to be so….her.

“Jesus Rita give the girl a break, or did you invite her just to torture her on unbillable hours?” Barba scoffed with a half smile, walking over to you.

“Is it really worth the minimum wage to put up with her?” He asked.

“Mmm…it’s more for the experience, honestly.” You replied surprisingly smoothly.

“Oh….well I mean I could give you the experience without–” He started but was interrupted by your boss’s loud exclaiming.

“Yeah I’ll BET you’d give her experience Barba! Stop hitting on my intern and mingle with the adults.”

If you could dig a hole straight through the boat into the ocean you would do it right then and there.

“…..Without THAT.” He rolled his eyes, lightly flipping her the bird behind his back. You see her respond with a laugh then turns her attention back to the guests boarding.

“She’s probably been drinking since she got on the boat, yeah?” He asked you.

“I…I don’t know I just got here….” You managed to squeak out as your towel strayed from your hands. Barba grabbed it and helped you reposition it on the bench.

“Kinda windy for a yacht party, but Rita will take any chance to celebrate anything remotely resembling a boost to her ego. Am I right?” He chuckled, before sitting down on your towel.

“Just to keep it from blowing away, do you mind?” He asked, gesturing for you to join him. You nodded a boisterous “NO”, plopping next to him on the bench.

“I’m Rafael Barba,” he extended his hand to you, which you took and shook gently, praying to God he didn’t notice you were literally shaking. You had probably had the biggest crush on him since you started working with Mrs. Calhoun, he was constantly in her office challenging her with warrants and favors.

“Oh yeah I know,” you blurted out, mentally facepalming immediately.

“I see….” He raised an eyebrow. “And you are….?”

You were about to answer when his phone went off. He answered it putting one finger up and mouthing the words “one second.”

“Barba. Yeah….what? Seriously, Olivia? On a Sunday?!” He groaned into his phone with an exaggerated eye roll. He raised his hand and ran it over his face begrudgingly as he talked.

“Yeah….alright, fine. Yeah I’ll be there, give me an hour. I’m in the Hamptons. Because it’s my day off, Liv! Do you think I lock myself in my office over the weekends like a vampire in a coffin? Yeah…I’m sorry, I just…” He glanced at you.

“I was enjoying my Sunday.” He gave you a small sad smile.

“Yeah. Ok. See you soon.” He hung up the phone with an exasperated sigh.

“I’m sorry, I gotta go back to the city. Don’t let Rita push you around too much, okay?” He chuckled, rubbing the top of your head like a puppy. You felt your face scrunch up in annoyance, seriously? He thought of you as a kid?!

He obviously noticed, and quickly held out his hand again very sternly.

“Sorry, future counselor.” He said in an overly serious tone, and you couldn’t stop yourself from giggling. Again. Like an idiot.

Relieved he had fixed his faux paux, he gave you one last beautiful Barba grin as he jogged over to Rita and told her something before nodding to you once again, then walked off the boat and disappearing down the pier.

Your boss sauntered over to you, a shit eating grin across her face.

“Well Cinderella, you sure kept that cool.” She gestured for your phone beside you.

“Be sure to tell him your name this time,” she winked, handing it back to you. You glanced down at it as she walked away; she had added a number to your contacts.

“BHole Barba.” You laughed out loud. Nice. Maybe she wasn’t such a horrible boss after all….

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By Monday you still hadn’t had the balls to text Rafael Barba. You had just stared at the number in your phone, imagining all the possibilities contacting him would lead to. You may have gotten so far as planning your summer wedding in the Hamptons, but nobody needed to know that.

But you had chickened out and left it alone, and now you were sitting at your desk typing up a memo for Rita when you saw him come waltzing through the door.

“Ah, Cinderella!” He smiled at you.

“Hey…” Your mind went blank, you couldn’t think of words. Wait, had he already given you a nickname?

“Cinderella?” You blinked in confusion.

“Well I never caught your name-- But I guess I shouldn’t even push it, you’ve clearly moved on and I must seem like a creep,” His train of thought proceeded out loud as he realized you hadn’t taken his number and here he was still flirting with you. Rita had given it to you, he had seen her type it in your phone. Obviously you weren’t interested, why was he pushing this?

“What? NO!” You said a little louder than you intended, actually a lot louder than you intended. You slapped your hand over your mouth after your little outburst, but to you relief he was still smiling.

“Oh? Well I suppose that’s good…” He was obviously fishing for your excuse as to why you had waited until he popped back in your face to talk to him.

“No, I um--” You racked your brain for an excuse that wasn’t “I was busy planning our lives together”.

“I….couldn’t think of something interesting to say,” You finally admitted with a pitiful sigh. You were not a good liar, and under pressure, forget about it.

Again, he still smiled-- but this time he laughed along with it.

“I mean, ‘Hello’ is always an option,” He chuckled. “Or...your name?”

“Oh!” Idiot. You hadn’t even given him your name, how was he supposed to fall madly in love with you without a name?

“Y/N,” You stuck your hand out awkwardly, Was this a ‘shake hands’ moment? Hadn’t you already met before? You stared at your hand as you moved it slightly back and forth, arguing with yourself whether or not this was necessary. Luckily, Rafael settled the argument by taking your hand and shaking it firmly.

His hands were so soft, his long fingers enveloped yours in them. You lost yourself in the moment, and before you knew it he was making an uncomfortable cough, snapping you back to reality. You dropped his hand and snapped yours back into your body like a zip cord, your face in a horrified stare.

“Oh God, I’m so sorry, that was so weird. I’m weird. I’m--”

“Well I don’t know what you were so worried about Cinderella, you’re clearly a chatterbox,” He gave you a tongued smile, referring to the word vomit you just couldn’t help spill all over him.

“Oh yeah, I’m a total word machine,” You laughed nervously. A word machine? What the fuck was that?

“...Word machine. Right,” He nodded in amusement. “Well word machine, would you mind shooting some words to my phone, or do you just enjoy this face to face thing?”

“With that face? Definitely the latter. But you can have my number anyway,” You typed a quick message and sent it to his number. Damn that was smooth! How did you do that?

Rafael made an impressed face with your line, but when he opened his phone his brows furrowed.

“Hit?” He gave you a curious look as he read the text out loud.

“Fuck it was supposed to be ‘hi’-- stupid autocorrect,” You muttered angrily. Yeah, that was more like you.

“Oh yes, the dreaded autocorrect,” He nodded while saving your number. “Turning fucks into ducks since 2011,”

“Oh I didn’t have a phone in 7th grade but I’ll take your word for it,” You laughed, but stopped when his face twisted into a mix of horror and discomfort when he realized how young you actually were.

Dammit. Why...why would you do this?

“....Right, is Rita in?” He quickly shoved his phone back in his pocket and headed into Rita’s office before you could answer.

“...Idiot!” You yelled at yourself as your hands went over your face and your face planted into your desk.

Well, that was nice while it lasted. All 2.5 seconds of it.

-----------------

“Well Barba, about time,” Rita smirked as Rafael abruptly burst into her office trying to get away from you. “Done flirting with the intern are we?”

“Shut up,” He rolled his eyes, though his face was a deep shade of red.

“Oh no, what happened? Did your dentures fall out in front of her?” She smirked.

“I’m younger than you!!” He scoffed.

“Yeah but I’m not the one trying to boff a 25 year old,” She smirked harder, making Rafael angrier.

“Can I just get the warrant I came here for, Rita?” He huffed.

“Oooh, struck a nerve there, did I?” Rita chuckled as she grabbed some papers from her desk and started to hand them to him. “Barba, for the record I’m really not judging you. If I were 20 years younger, I’d hit it too,”

“Excuse me?”

“I had a lot of ‘cats’ in college,” She winked.

“Wow,” Rafael held up his hands. “Rita, we really don’t need to be that personal.”

“Fine, but all I’m saying is if you like the girl, don’t let a stupid thing like age deter you. Don’t tell her I said this, but she’s actually very competent and organized. I would almost prefer her not to graduate, unless she'd come work for me. She’s going to be a hell of a lawyer,” She gestured outside to your desk.

Rafael looked at the ground as he mulled over what she was saying, a small smile crawled across his lips as she complimented your potential.

“I’ll take that under advisement, Mrs. Calhoun,” He nodded as he walked towards the door with the papers in his hand, a huge smile across his face now.

He walked out to find you cursing at yourself and whimpering in embarrassment at your desk. When you heard the door shut you snapped to attention and stared at him, shocked he hadn't sprinted out of the office like Usain Bolt. Even more shocking was that Cheshire cat grin now upon his face.

“I-I’m sorry, I totally meant I was--” You tried doing math trying to make yourself reasonably older.

“It’s fine,” He chuckled as he put a hand over your counting fingers. You blushed at the touch of his skin on yours again, but quickly shoved your hands under the desk nervously as you tried not to look him square in the eye. His eyes were so gorgeous you were positive staring straight into them would actually get you pregnant.

“So does Rita ever unchain you from this desk?” He smirked as he was now very aware and very amused at how nervous he made you. He may be old, but clearly he’s still got it.

“Oh yeah, if I ask very nicely she let’s me--” You tried to think of something witty, but it wasn’t coming with him staring at you with those eyes. “....Yes,” You wanted to put your hands over your face but you didn’t want it to be a ‘thing’.

“Well, maybe if you’re an extra good girl she’ll let you off your leash early tonight,” He winked.

“....Am I a dog or a toddler in that situation?” You were genuinely asking, but Rafael clearly realized how insulting that must have seemed.

“Oh no no no, I just, shit,” He tried to backtrack but if he was being totally honest, you made him nervous. Maybe he didn’t have ‘it’ as much as he thought.

You noticed he was the one blushing now, oh my god were you making him nervous? QUICK, BE SMOOTH. BE SMOOTHER THAN YOU’VE EVER BEEN IN YOUR LIFE.

“Are you asking me out, counselor?” You did your best “sultry “voice with a bat of your eyes. Were you batting them too much? What was too much? Oh god you’ve done it for too long now. STOP BATTING.

“...I don’t know, guess you’ll have to wait for me to text you, future counselor,” He was impressed by the line, and decided to bow out before either of you made idiots of yourselves again. He gave you a wink and sauntered out of the office.

Great. Now he’ll probably make you wait two days for a--

*BEEP*

Your phone went off in your desk. You pulled it out to see a text message:

BHOLE BARBA: Dinner? Tonight?

You really needed to change his contact name. But that wasn’t the point right now. He just asked you out. Rafael Barba just asked you out. You stared at in your hands, unsure of what to do. Then you realized you couldn’t do this again, you couldn’t just sit there and imagine things, this required an immediate response.

You nervously typed a reply and hit SEND:

Sire ;)

“DAMMIT!!!” You cursed your autocorrect. You instantly sent another text.

Sure***

Before you could lecture yourself again, your phone beeped again:

BHOLE BARBA: Play

Play? What did that--

BHOLE: Okay** ;)

You typed the word ‘okay’ into your text reply bubble, ‘play’ came up in the autocorrect word list.

He was joking with you. He was flirting with you. RAFAEL BARBA WAS FLIRTING WITH YOU.

This work day could not end fast enough.

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HASO, “World War V.”

I realize the title would be a lot more clever if V wasn’t also the roman numeral for 5, but whatever.

I know this one is a bit over the top but in the immortal words of one of my favorite authors “err on the side of awesome.” and I will not apologize.

But I am interested, at the end, comment what two songs you would use in this scenario. I am intrigued. I will tell you the songs I imagined at the end of the story :)

“So, your plan is to…. Intentionally wake the dead?”

“Wake the, very long hibernated, and then blast them with hard rock music while we mow them down with machine guns? And…. remind me YOU are the GA armada Admiral? And this is your tactical genius.”

Admiral Adam Vir adjusted the chestplate of his space suit, “Well say anything in that sort of voice and it will sound stupid, but hear me out. It is much easier to take something out all at once than it is to go hunting them down one by one and having to worry about missing something. We bring in the helicopters, and the vibration of the rotors will disturb the ground causing the infected vrul to rise. Now knowing the Vrul, and knowing that complicated beats affect their ability to navigate, move and completely wipe out their fine motor control. Furthermore, they seem attracted to vibrations in the air and through the ground which means we will be able to confuse them even more and keep them away from the city. Barring that, the Vrul have their force fields up, which are more than a match for light machine gun fire and will even keep out the strange pollen.. There is no better time to deal with this.”

He tucked his helmet under one arm, “I trust that makes sense to everyone?’ he turned around to the docking bay where over fifty men and women stood in neat rows of polished flight suits, helmets tucked under their arms. As he spoke, their heels snapped together with a loud crackle, and their hands rose into a salute.

Behind them double the amount of marines raised their hands into the air and chanted with loud voices that rose into the air with a roar.

Admiral Vir turned to the commander of the 113th graduating class of Earth’s UNSC Airborne Helicopter division, which he had brought in on special loan. These men and women were yet to fly any real tactical missions though they had all logged thousands of hours of flight already in their careers. Many of them had never left earth until this moment, and their first mission was going to be on the face on an alien planet.

He smiled, “if you knew as much as I did about aliens, Major, you might understand why we are doing something that seems so ludicrous, but sometimes when dealing with extraterrestrials, this is what we have to do.”

He turned to where a line of fifty pod shaped objects were being loaded one by one onto a rolling rail leading towards the airlock. Beside it half a dozen small fluffy shapes were busy overseeing the attachment of fifty identical Sonic cannons to the front bottom of each. There was a break in their work as one of the small creatures came waddling across the deck.

Admiral Vir Knelt down setting his hand on the floor and allowing Lord Avex to step onto his hand and then onto his shoulder as he stood back up.

The rest of the crowd watched in wide eyed awe, though they were, luckily, well trained enough not to do or say anything stupid despite their large eyes and quivering lips, which suggested they wanted nothing better than to cuddle the stuffed-animal esque alien that rested on his shoulder, “The cannons are in place, Admiral, and I have examined each of the pods, and the yare ready to be deployed.”

“Thank you Lord Avex, your work is much appreciated.”

It was just then that Sunny walked across the deck to join them. She was wearing her space suit as well and carried her helmet under one arm. The new recruits staired on in shock as she walked over to stand next to him, “The machine guns have been mounted and are ready to go Admiral, A few of our number have volunteered to go with the marines as extra support. Behind her at least a dozen other Drev raised their fists into the air and chanted their excitement not all that different from the line of marines on the far end of the hanger.

Admiral Vir nodded turning back towards the group of young pilots, not much younger than himself, and stepped up onto the nearest crate.

“On behave of the Galactic Assembly and the Vrul council, I thank all the men and women here for agreeing to accompany us on this mission today. You will be the first airborne unit in history to participate in an operation off Earth as their first assignment. You are thousands of lightyears away from home, orbiting an alien planet thousands of years older than our own, and today your mission is not one of destruction, but of liberation. For thousands of years the Vrul have been trapped inside their walls, until time and tradition made them forget about the dangers lurking outside.” he turned his eyes to look over every last man and women that stood before him, “What we are about to face is like nothing humanity has ever faced before, below the soil of this planet lies a plague dormant for thousands of years, a horde like locusts ready to rise up and infect the city. Now we have our protections, we have our suits, and the Vrul have their shielded city, but it is our job to start riding the planet of it’s plague.” He smiled, “Plus it always helps to have door mounted machine guns and a little rock ‘n roll.”

There was a sharp cheer from the men and women before him who raised their fists into the air. Behind them the marines joined in, and so did the Drev, who, he was pleased to say, had taken to rock like they had guitar solos for breakfast.

Still grinning, he reached up, pulled on his helmet, “Right, let’s get this done.”

He pointed to Sunny, Ramirez, Maverick and a few others, “With me in the elad chopper. The rest of you split off and gear up.”

His words were obeyed almost immediately as he stepped over to what had once looked like a pod, but was now clearly a very specialized sort of chopper.

As he slid into the pilot’s seat, and the others strapped in behind, he heard, “I thought you were a fighter pilot, not a helicopter pilot.” They pulled on their helmets.

Adam adjusted his harnesses, “I can fly anything from space ships to paper plans, you can bet your ass if it leaves the ground, I know how to fly it.”

Maverick buckled herself into the door gunner position, “Yeah, but if it has wheels, you better bet he’s probably gonna back it over your mailbox.”

“Put a sock in it Maverick, that is hardly my fault. I never really got the opportunity to practice.”

The door at the back shut and locked tight.

All around them other doors were being locked into place, and once all of the pilots had indicated they were ready to go, Admiral Vir gave the signal, and he felt the ship change course. He adjusted his comms set and called up to the bridge where Simon would be piloting them into position.

“How are we looking, Somon.”

“Almost in position Admiral.”

“Now remember to pull back into low orbit once you let us drop, or else the gravity well is going to pull you in, and it is going to be a bitch to get her back out.” “Yes sir, I know sir.”

“Good.”

He turned his eyes forward as a red light burst into life above their heads. Everyone evacuated the airlock as the fifty pods were brought by rail towards the doors. Behind him he could hear the others chanting something, though his heart was hammering so hard he could hardly hear what they were saying.

Funny thing is he bet he felt like every one of those new pilots getting ready for their first mission. He didn’t know if it was just him, but it felt like this every single time, and he wouldn’t trade it for the world. He ignored the tingling sensation in his bladder as the light blinked green before the airlock door, and the ramp slid open.

All went silent, and below him he watched as the light of the vrul homeworld washed over the deck before him pouring like golden honey.

The sight was breathtaking, steeling the air from his lungs as he looked down.

“Damn.”

It would just never get old.would it.

“Prepare for drop, in three, two, one, drop.”

The latch on the back of the rail released, and suddenly they were falling away from the ship. Adam was pressed back in his seat as they accelerated downwards towards the open atmosphere.

Lights blinked on the console ahead of him and the tracking screen picked up his target.

They were approaching, and they were approaching fast.

They were entering the atmosphere now, and he felt it as their pod began to rock and rattled around him and fire began to lick up on the southside of his pod. It was almost deafening as they roared into the atmosphere. He turned on his comms watching as other pods roared into the atmosphere back and behind him. He could see them on his radar as they roared downward.

He had to wonder what it must be like for them.

Their first mission, and they were doing a high altitude drop onto an alien planet.

He almost envied them their excitement. Because he had done stuff like this before, and he was still grinning like an idiot.

Light rose up around them as the sky behind them turned blue. Clouds passed below them in great swaths, and he reached down to the controls ready to deploy.

He set of a general count for the rest of the pilots.

Three

Two

One.

He pulled the release, and the engine roared to life. There was a sudden firing as the engine spurted downward, lifting them airborne for a second and slowing their descent. His innards dropped as G force allowed his stomach to crawl into his feet. Then the rotors deployed like a fan. There was a sharp chunk and then a whirr as they began to fall again, and then the rotors caught, and began to spin. The rear rotor did the same sliding into position. Both caught with a roar, and he whooped with adrenaline.

He toggled his radio.

“Alright, ready the door gun.”

Behind him the doors were slid open, causing a rush of air to blast into the open carriage as Maverick rolled the gun into position and locked it at the door with a loud snap. On the other side Maverick was doing the same. Beside him. Sunny took control of the extra rear mounted guns set in place especially for this mission.

Adam had the guns already built into the chopper, as well as missiles if he felt like it.

Beside him and below him, he watched as the fifty other choppers deployed like his. Some of them were a bit wobbly, but everything he saw seemed to go well.

“Alright everyone take it in low, and on my mark deploy the cannons.”

He angled them lower roaring towards his target.

Below them, the Vrul city was a glassy blue purple bubble against the orange, brown landscape.

He took point, and the other choppers fell into flight beside him, clustered in ten open groups of five helicopters each, and together they rolled in low over the landscape, not twenty feet above the ground in some cases, though those were only the pilots who were comfortable getting that close. From here he could see the thudding of their rotors causing the dirt to shake and the strange trees to quiver.

The wildlife began to roll out in different directions, racing across the ground and away from the roaring choppers as if they knew what was coming, He scanned the ground, with Maverick and Ramriez leaning on the machine guns behind him.

“See anything yet?”

“Not yet.”

He opened his comms to everyone else, “Alright everyone, deploy sonic cannons in three, two, one go.”

The first line of lyrics, and the first drumline rolled from the directional cannons, blasting the ground with a focused beam of sound like a laser for noise.

He whooped bobbing his head to the music, the sound so powerful he was able to hear it over the roaring of the rotors.

He sure hoped the Vrul had taken his advise and hidden in inside bunkers for this.

They roared over the landscape turning in a huge clockwise circle over the landscape.

“Report if you see anything.” he ordered.

At first, it didn’t seem like anything was going to happen, and he worried that his idea, which had seemed so cool and tactical to begin with , was nothing but a waste of resources. How embarrassing was that going to be to explain to the UNSC.

Yes, I borrowed the entire 113th graduating class to go on a joyride around the Vrul capital city, yes here is my rank and gun, I will now go live on the moon in exile never to show my face again.

“Sir! I have something.”

“Go.”

“Just south of the city, sir. I have movement coming from the trees in thermal.”

“Same here sir.”

He was at the point of the circle, so he wasn’t likely to see it, made sense.

“Alright , let’s give it a pass. I want as many of those bugs out of the ground before we start shooting.”

They roared over the ground with the sound of the base rattling the stone below them. As he watched, one of the strange animals he had seen running, tipped over as the cannon passed over it and fell to the ground twitching. Apparently pattern tolerance was not something that many things on this planet had.

“Sorry guy, but things are going to be better when we are done.”

Rocks jumped and rattled as they took a wide turn around the city.

He could see the shield pulsing against the sonic waves that were bouncing off the ground and back into the air.

The blades of the helicopters cut through the air so fast it was like a light grey translucent wall against the sky.

They had almost made a full rotation.

“Holy shit.” for a second he wondered who had spoken until he realised that it was himself.

They were everywhere, swarming like ants over the landscape, turning the ground black in some places as they crawled over each other in confused circles. As the music got closer, their purposeful movement turned into awkward confusion.

“Stagger!.”

The formations staggered, falling behind each other so that everyone was always covering one segment.

“Ready to deploy the sonic attack on my mark, in three, two, one, mark.”

It was a guitar solo this time, one that he had listened to thousands of times, and one that he couldn't have resisted using to kill zombie Vrul.

Th drumline cut in as the third obvious pattern in the song, and as it roared over the wave of Zombified Vrul, there was an immediate reaction as they all began staggering and falling to the ground, behind him he felt as the guns opened fire on either side with a sharp burrrr as the rotating barrels started spitting hot lead at 1,000 rounds per minute.

He laughed with something like maniacal glee as the powerful rounds poured into the infected creatures ripping them apart sometimes four at a time sending a wave of yellow pollen up into the air, to be kicked up by helicopter blades as they passed over. His circle kept him closest to the wall, so he was able to catch the majority of them before they could even attempt to make it to the city.

He toggled his own guns, and stitched a line of bullets over a completely black mass, which erupted into a burst of yellow. His circle took him around to where the Vrul had managed to make it to the wall of the city, and had begun climbing each other like they planned to create a ladder using bodies to the top of the wall. He gunned them down with great prejudice. As they moved along the wall, more and more of the creatures had piled themselves higher and higher, but that is not a trend that they allowed to last long. One of the piles managed to make itself three quarters of the way up the wall before their sonic attack hit them, causing the tower to collapse as both glorious drum lines and bullets roared into them.

He carved a circle through the sky coming over their first line of attack, where dark bodies were doing the best to crawl over their fallen brethren and pools of yellowed pollen having fallen to the ground. Ahead of him he could see a cloud of yellow where the following helicopter was stitching tis way over the landscape with great prejudice.

Behind him, he thought he heard Maverick cackle like a swamp witch as she loaded another belt of ammunition.

Yeah sure people back home were cool, but they would never be this cool, flying over an alien landscape, killing alien zombies while listening to a little ACDC, They could dream but nothing would ever be more awesome.

He couldn’t wait to tell his siblings.

His sister would be so jealous.

She had always been a fan of the zombie genre.

“Admiral, Admiral I think some of them are starting to fly.” Came the nervous comment over the com.

“Alright, remember the drill, just keep calm, and go higher if you can, then when you have enough clustered below you, drop one of the canisters.”

There was an acknowledgement over the comms.

With that announcement still running through his head, he got ready to drop one of his own canisters.

He was in view of the last helicopter as it rose into the air pursued by hundreds of little black dots that would erupt into yellow spores as they were hit by machine gun fire, and then something dropped from the bottom of the chopper, and then exploded just above the rising infected.

Thousands of tiny organic needles rained down on the vrul, cutting straight through their helium sacks, and sending them crashing downwards, into their companions, and finally to the ground where they erupted on impact, killing even more of their companions.

Up ahead, a wall of black rose before him, but he was faster.

They rose into the air and he roared over the wall, dropping one two and then three canisters in quick succession causing a wave of them to drop to the ground. The following helicopters followed his lead. He was having to rise higher and higher into the air, but still he was managing to keep ahead of them, they were slow and he was fast, but that didn’t stop a few of them from getting in front of him.

There was a jolt as his rotors hit one of them, and he gritted his teeth, it was fine, one or two was fine as long as he didn’t allow them to gum it up.

He pulled back and up and continued to drop more and more of the caisters.

One or two of them floated high enough to make it close to his sonic cannon, but they were blown back and the pressure caused their helium sacks to rupture.

***

The Vrul council stood on the wall overlooking the outside of the city as a wall of the Vrul infected rose into the sky obscuring everything in a wave of dark bodies. Human helicopters roared in a wide circle around the city, and everywhere they went yellow spores erupted into the air. All of them wore safety masks as a precaution, but that didn’t stop the fear that rose up in them as they stepped back arms held out in shock. Dr. Krill stared on in fascination and awe. He wasn’t wearing hearing protection like the others, he could handle human music to a certain degree, and it was pretty muffled through the shielding.

He watched in shock and awe as one of the helicopters cut too low, and rolled right into a dense thicket of the floating bodies. There was a horrific eruption of yellow as the rotors caught hundreds of the creatures, and then the helicopter itself began to spin out of control crashing and rupturing Vrul as it roared towards the ground.

The emergency systems deployed firing one last time to slow the chopper’s crash. The sudden burst of flame ruptured a line of the Vrul infected before it finally plowed into the ground sending up a wave of yellow spores.

“Sweet Nebulon.” one of the council muttered.

Two more helicopters went down, and it looked as if there weren't going to be enough bullets.

What had they done!”

***

“Everyone, On me, increase sonic cannons! Now!” he had seen the three choppers go down, and he had seen all three of their safety measures deploy, but he couldn’t be sure if any of them had survived. “Avoid the crash sites. Everyone on me!”

The entire fleet of remaining choppers clustered together turning up the volume on their sonic cannons, and the combined force was so powerful that some of the bodies began to rupture even without gunfire though it still tore downwards.

They took two more passes before he saw his ammunition running low. That was fine. The Vrul bodies were no longer coming in waves and it would be harder to hit them from above, now that they weren’t just coming in a wave.

He aimed for one of the crash sites.

“I want a group of us to set down. Only choppers with Drev on them!”

There was agreement as ten choppers split off to the three crash sites.

Adam roared down from the sky, and set down on a smoking heap of yellow coated bodies.

He cut the engine , and reach back to pull his spear from where it was attached to the floor of the chopper. It wasn’t a Drev spear and it wasn’t a human spear but something in between, with the reverse spike on the end like they had done with the NeoSpartans.

He turned in his seat just in time to see the two marines push their machine guns out of position and one of the infected Vrul to come charing at Ramirez.

A spear appeared in his hand in that moment, and he ran it through the face.

Sunny was behind him a second later, and together they were out the door, three of them armed with spears, maverick armed with her assault rifle, and together they made their way towards the downed chopper.

Making it there just in time to see as a pile of clustered Vrul was ruptured from within, and a very angry Drev came roaring out.

He recognized from the height who it was.

“Kanan!” he heard Sunny yell.

They ran over to help, sweeping through the cluster of Vrul zombies before they began fanning out across the open plane.

He turned up the speakers on the outside of his suit and allowed it to blare music as he raced towards anything that still looked to be moving. A few of them were still floating into the sky, but the remaining helicopters were taking care of those, and Maverick from the ground on occasion.

He ran one through the face, turned and clubbed the other in the head like he was swinging for a home run.

His blad sliced straight through the neck of one as he staggered over the uneven ground.

To the side of him, sunny was cutting through them with impunity like a god of war, touching them though they never touched her, the yellowed gore spattering her suit.

As more and more of the Vrul were cut out of the sky, more and more choppers landed, and men and women filed out, running in open lines, using whatever the could to dispatch the remaining bodies.

He saw one of the new pilots grab a Vrul by the neck, and twist it like he was breaking the neck of a chicken, surprised when the entire head came off. He kind of hoped the Vrul council did not see that.

By the end of the battle. Four of their choppers had been downed. Two humans were dead, both of them in the crashes, and at least four more critically injured.

He felt bad about it.

But he couldn’t have predicted that.

At least none of the pilots had died.

Two of his marines had though, tossed from the choppers as they were falling from the sky. It made him sick to think about their families, the ones that he would have to send letters to, but he tried not to think about that for now.

Thousand upon thousands of the vrul zombies were dead, and even as he thought this dozens more were being dispatched by hand by humans who were no more than walking radios at this point, having chosen their own theme songs to fight zombies.

Some of thor picks were quite surprising, though he couldn’t blame them for their humor or their irony.

They still had a long way to go, but at least he knew how it could be done.

Vrul past, hopefully, would never come back to haunt them.

The two songs I imagine Adam picked for this was

First: Raise Hell - Dorothy

Second: Thunderstruck - ACDC

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bitter-goodbyes · 2 years

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And now I see no tragedy

Be’s last moments and the events leading up to them.

Something using my OCs! Be (he/him, 15 y/o) and his sibling, Shadow (he/they/it, 15 y/o), along with Elizabeth (she/her, 16 y/o) and Ryan (he/him, 16 y/o)!

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“Oh my- hurry up!” Elizabeth shouted, her tawny brown hair shining through the leaves from the trees around her. From behind, Be laughed “it’s not my fault you’re so fast!” he shouted back, sprinting after her. Elizabeth rolled her eyes and stopped running, Be closed the distance between them. He leaned down and rested him hands on his knees while panting, still laughing though. “We’re almost there,” she said, excitedly.

Elizabeth brought Be into the forest near her house, claiming there was something she needed to show them. Shadow, Be’s sibling, asked to come too, but Elizabeth said that he wouldn’t even like it and that it was a surprise for Be only. It took some convincing, but Shadow eventually agreed.

“Sooo,” Be said once he catches his breath, dragging out the word, “are we almost there? We’ve been walking for ever!” (In reality, they were walking for around 20 minutes.) Elizabeth rolled her eyes again, “you’re so impatient,” she scolded, before saying, “we’re nearly there,” offhandedly. Be gave a small cheer before exclaiming, “I’m so excited to see what it is! You made quite a big deal about it when you were telling me about it! I bet it will be cool!” and began rambling.

“Can you belie-” “alright,” Elizabeth cut him off, “we’re here!”

They stepped into a clearing, trees slightly bended to the middle of the circle. It was surrounded by bushes and aconites and wildflowers. Sunlight flooded the area, shining on Be’s dyed, sunny yellow hair. “It’s beautiful,” he said in awe, causing her to nod in agreement. “I saw it and knew you would love it,” she said enthusiastically.

Be walks to the middle of the clearing, his back to Elizabeth. “Oh, Be?” “Yeah?” “Do you remember when you told me that you would die for your friends?” She asks. “what? Um... yeah? Why?” He answered in hesitant confusion, turning to face her. “Well, it’s time to make due with that promise.”

“Wha-” is all he can get out, before he feels a searing pain in his arm. He screams in agony and stumbles forward holding his arm tightly. Be whips around, and there stood Ryan, Shadow’s boyfriend and best friend, a now-bloody knife held in his pale hand. “Ryan?” The betrayal is audible in his voice. “We are both done. Done with you. Done with Shadow. You need to pay for what you did.” Elizabeth’s grey eyes were like ice as she spoke.

Be tried to run, but Elizabeth tackled him. She sat on his back and pushed his head into the mud. “Let me go! LET ME GO!” he screamed, thrashing and trying to at least get her to loosen her grip. She tightened her grip on him, gesturing with her head for Ryan to get closer. As he was walking forward, Elizabeth leaned down close to Be’s ear and whispered, “Say ‘hi’ to your mom when you get there.”

Be started struggling even more at the mention of his mother, “DON’T YOU DARE SAY THAT!” he screamed, “DON’T YOU EVEN MENTION HER! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT!” Ryan laughed, his golden eyes shining, “looks like you set him off!” he said happily. “WHY ARE YOu two even doing this?” Be’s voice trailed off and he began crying. “I thought we- I thought we were-” he was cut of with a sob. Elizabeth giggled, sounding insane, “what? That we were friends? Why would we ever be friends with someone like you! Especially after what you did!”

Ryan crouched down near his head, a sadistic look on his face as he slowly dragged the knife across Be’s cheek, leaving a trail of blood. “We know it was you who killed her,” he scoffed, “we saw the gun.”

Be froze.

“You deserve this.” Elizabeth hissed as Ryan slashed Be’s face. More tears fell from his eyes as he screamed. “Please stop. Please...” he begged, shaking like a leaf. “How do you think she felt? When you shot her,” she asked, “I bet she felt like you do now.” Be was hysterical, “I didn’t want- I didn’t want to shoot her!” He cried, “I had too, she was going to kill Shado-” “Excuses, excuses.” Elizabeth snarled, pressing him down harder “Lynn would never hurt anyone!” Another cry come from Be.

Ryan chose then to grab Be’s hair and jerk his head upward. “Anything you want to say?” He hissed, making Be shudder. “Ple-” “anything that actually matters?” Elizabeth cut him off, not giving him a chance to answer before saying to Ryan, “I already know he doesn’t. Let’s end this. I’m tired of looking at him,” her tone full of disgust. He nodded and moved the knife to Be’s throat.

“Bye-bye!” Ryan practically sang, golden eyes full of anger and happiness. “Please- please don-don’t I swear I- I swear I didn’t want to kill her-” His begging was interrupted by a scream as Ryan plunged his knife deeply into his throat and tore across with it. Tears came quicker than ever and the screaming cut off. His fight against Elizabeth stopped along with his heart, and she laughed. “Well, well.” she whispered, getting up, “I found what’s best for me, and now I feel no tragedy.”

For the first time since her sister was killed, she felt the weight lift that burdened her from her shoulders. “He ended Lynn’s life too early,” Elizabeth thought bitterly, “so it’s only right that the same happens to him.” She harshly kicked his still dying body, feeling satisfaction when he made a small whimpering sound.

For a while, Ryan and Elizabeth stood together and watched Be bleed out. The evening light casting a sickeningly beautiful glow on everything.

Eventually, Elizabeth took a deep breath and then exhaled. She smiled and leaned her head on Ryans arm. “We did good,” she said softly, then again, “we did good.” Ryan put his arm around her, “yeah, we did. We really did.”

They stayed for a few more moments, a silent promise between them to never speak of this again to anyone and a moment of silence for Elizabeth’s sister. “It’s... it’s getting late, let’s go home.” She nodded.

In the morning, a sibling would go searching and find their brother’s cold, dead body. In the morning, the bond between two friends would grow. In the morning, a couple would have a huge fight. In the morning, a teen would swear to do whatever it could to bring his brother back.

But this isn’t the morning, and for now, to partners in crime would walk home, leaving the person they hate most bleeding out and dying.

#Thomas writes #cw knife #cw death #cw torture #cw throat being slit #cw caps #cw mention of death #cw descriptions of injury #cw mentions of blood #my ocs #original character #original work #hurt no comfort #lol #writing #original story #Be suffers lol

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vangoghmusings · 3 years

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genre: smutty smut, 18+ only; minors dni

pairing: bokuto kōtarō x gn!reader*

word count: 2.2k

warnings: shower sex, kinda size kink, reader is akaashi’s sibling

a/n: hello! i know i haven’t written in a while so here is some sorta fluffy soft smut with bokuto :)) hopefully this content will suffice until i get my shit together and continue with sunny side up

*reader has breasts and a vagina

Cranking your music all the way up, you beamed at yourself in the mirror. It had been a while since you had your apartment to yourself, your brother Akaashi away at practice. This led to the opportunity of dancing around in just your underwear, blasting your favorite 80’s synth hits with no chance of being caught and ridiculed. You gazed at yourself in the bathroom mirror, gave yourself a set of finger guns and began dancing around to the keyboard synth of “Don’t You Want Me” by The Human League blaring out of your phone. You shimmied out of your clothes and stripped to your underwear, kicking your pant legs off as the beat picked up. Snatching your hairbrush, you sang happily, your eyes shut in bliss.

“Don’t you want me baby? Don’t you want me, oh!”

You continued your little performance, belting to the never-ending chorus of “don’t you want me?’s”.

“You don’t have to ask me twice.”

Your eyes shot open and you screamed, seeing Bokuto Kõtarõ leaning against the bathroom door frame with a playful smirk on his face. “Nice moves by the way, Y/N.”

You huffed, your face practically boiling from the heat it was radiating and you quickly wrapped yourself in your towel.

“What are you doing here Bo? Akaashi isn’t here.”

“I know, he had a meeting with a group for some project, so he sent me here to keep watch over you since he’ll be gone pretty late.”

“I don’t need to be babysat,” You grumbled at the thought of your over-protective brother. Gripping your towel, you looked down at the floor, unsure whether to be angry Akaashi had asked him to come or embarrassed that your lifelong crush had seen you dancing in your underwear.

“Aw don’t pout, you put on a good show,” He snickered stepping into the bathroom. You blinked and looked up at his figure towering over you. He was still a bit sweaty from practice, his gray locks slightly damp against his forehead. The sight made butterflies rush through you, squeezing your thighs tightly at the new pooling wet that began to form between your legs.

This was wrong.

You had known Bokuto for as long as Akaashi had, the three of you being an inseparable trio. However, as you got older, those feelings of friendship shifted from platonic to yearning. The desire to spend time with him as more than a friend driving you mad. But you’d rather go insane than lose Bokuto as a friend because of your stupid feelings. The sensation of your stomach churning in anxiety at the thought brought you back, Bokuto still looming over you. He smiled softly and stepped towards you, slipping his shirt off, his sweat slickened abs exposing themselves to you.

“Uh, Bo-”

“C’mon, let's not waste water, I wanna shower too.”

Your eyes widened as he continued to strip his muscular features looking taut and tired from practice in the dim yellow light of your bathroom. You wanted to touch him, run your fingers along every curve, bask on the feeling of his skin against yours. You looked away immediately when he began to take off his shorts and compression leggings, knowing he would soon be naked. It was wrong, so wrong but you wanted nothing more than to stand in the shower with him. This may be your one and only chance. Hearing the rustle of the curtain open as he stepped inside the shower, you took off your towel and rid yourself of your underwear. If fate had put you in this position, who were you to fight it? You gave yourself a final look of affirmation before stepping into the shower. The image before you was purely erotic, Bokuto’s back to you, wet with the steaming water that hit it, soap bubbles sliding down his skin. You had to bite your lip to stop yourself from letting out a whimper of utter desire. Bokuto looked over his shoulder to face you, greeting you with a wide toothy grin, his wet hair hovering over his eyelids.

“Glad you could make it,” he beamed turning to you, laughing softly when you looked away bashfully. “Here,” he said, sliding behind you so you could stand directly under the shower head. “Now, which shampoo is yours?”

“Uh, the tee tree one,” you said pointing to the bottle. He nodded and grabbed it, squeezing it into his palms before applying it to your hair. You jumped slightly at the unexpected touch as he began to massage your head.

“Relax,” he laughed softly, “it's just me Y/N.”

Yeah, that’s exactly why you couldn’t relax though.

“Sorry,” you sighed, letting yourself lean into his touch. HIs hands were incredibly large, lathering your hair with ease.

“Okay, rinse!”

You dipped your head under the showerhead and washed the shampoo out as Bokuto put some into his own hair and began scrubbing. Once he was done, he placed his large palm against the shower wall, over your shoulder, and pressing his chest against your back. You gaped up at him as he used his free hand to help rinse out the shampoo. He pushed his clean hair from his face looked down at you, giving you another large smile. You were going to go weak at the knees, no you already were.

“Conditioner?”

You shyly pointed to the bottle before putting your hands to your cheeks, trying to figure out if the heat on your cheeks was from Bokuto or the hot water. You felt Bokuto begin to lather your hair up with the conditioner and it was easy to tell the heat was from his contact. At least the heat that was forming below was easier to hide. He leaned back, letting the conditioner sit in your hair as he applied some to his own.

“This smells really good by the way, but that’s expected since you’ve always smelled good.”

You looked up at him, “Hm, really? Thanks.”

His casual talking distracted you from the sensation of your heart beating out of your chest. You could pretend this was how you and Bokuto normally were, goofy and playful, with your feelings well below the surface. Before you could give yourself away with an obvious frown, you put your head back under the showerhead and washed off the conditioner, Bokuto leaning against you and following suit. You shut your eyes tightly, soaking in his presence as long as you could- only to be disrupted by the feeling of two large hands on your shoulders.

“Is this okay?” He asked lowly in your ear, gesturing to his hands massaging soap against your skin. There it was, the meaningful contact you had been dying for.

“Yes,” You whispered melting into his touch. You could feel him smile, his chin resting on your shoulder as his hands moved down, covering you in the soft soapy bubbles. He hummed gently, running his hands towards the front of your body and to your chest. Your breath hitched as he cupped his large hands over your breasts, beginning to massage them gingerly.

“B-Bo-”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“N-no,” You let out a soft sigh before he continued to touch you. He gave them an experimental squeeze, a small moan escaping you. Your eyes shot up and you turned to him in embarrassment.

“Bokuto I-”

Before you could offer an apology, his hands flew to your face, cupping your cheeks and began to kiss you deeply. You melded your lips against his soft ones, which contrasted how hungrily he was kissing you. It was needy and messy, your hands in his hair as he held you close. He pulled away and looked at you with wide eyes full of uncertainty.

“Y/N, I have loved you for as long as I can remember.”

The sentence was spewed out so quickly it took you a while realize what he had said.

“Really?”

“Yes really!” He said, slightly frustrated. “Ever since we were kids and now- I do, I love you.”

“I love you too,” You replied, the both of you with matching grins plastered on your faces. Before you knew it, his mouth was back on yours, the both of you kissing each other with the passion of countless years of repressed feelings. As the kiss grew in neediness, so did the both of you. You pulled away breathless, a gleam in Bokuto’s eyes that you hadn’t seen from him before.

“Please, Y/N, let me make love to you.”

You didn’t know how to respond, so instead you leaned up and placed hot kisses on his neck, happy puppy-like sighs leaving him.

“Show me how much you love me Kōtarõ,” You purred in his ear. It was like something within him had snapped, because the moment you had whispered those words, he lifted you up and pressed you against the wall of the shower. You whimpered at the cold contact, but you were quickly soothed by the loving kisses Bokuto was placing all over you. With ease, he lifted one of your legs, gently rubbing the insides of your thighs before pressing to fingers against your pussy. You bit your lip, your hips bucking forward, begging to be touched. Bokuto chuckled lowly.

“Patience baby,” He said before dipping one of his thick fingers inside of you. You gasped, already clenching around him. Bokuto licked his lips and focused on your needy pussy, pulsing in need around a singular finger of his. “You’re so wet and tight,” He mumbled dreamily. Before you knew it, he was slipping in a second finger and gave tentative curl. You moaned at the pressure and bucked your hips once more.

“Bo, please, fuck me already!”

He gave you a worried glance.

“I-I, Y/N I’m big, I don’t want to hurt you.”

You huffed and looked down at his cock. It was incredibly hard, aching to be touched, but even more so, he was right, he was indeed very big. You shook your head and looked back up at him, his face pouting.

“Its okay Bo, I love you, all of you.”

He blinked, blushing at the sense of pride you had given him. He nodded and began to make scissoring motions inside of you, hoping to stretch you more before you attempted to take his length. The more moans and whimpers that fell from you, the more arousal rushed through Bokuto’s already painfully hard cock. Until he couldn’t take it anymore, he needed to be inside you.

He gripped your thigh tightly, your arms sitting atop his shoulders as he lined himself up with you. He gave you an anxious look, which quickly melted as you pressed a kiss on his cheek. That was all he needed. Slowly, he pushed his cock inside, instantly feeling gratified as you moaned at the stretch. The both of you had wanted this for so long, and it was apparent in every thrust and kiss.

“You’re doing so well, I love you so much,” He groaned as he thrusted into you while all you could manage to respond with was pleasured cries. In the closeness of the shower, every feeling felt amplified. Both your adoration for Bokuto and impending orgasm from his size hitting your cervix repeatedly.

“Kō,” You cooed, practically numb from the pleasure of him hitting your g-spot over and over again. “I’m close.”

Bokuto managed to grunt in response, dying to see what you would look like gushing on his cock. He quickened his pace before completely bottoming out, fucking you relentlessly with every pent-up emotion and love confession he had withheld inside of him.

Your body shook harshly as your orgasm crashed onto you, cumming hard onto Bokuto’s cock. He groaned at the sight and pulled out, rubbing himself against your clit, allowing you to ride out your high as he came on your tummy. Panting, he rested his forehead on yours. You smiled and kissed him softly. Bokuto smiled back against your lips before pulling away to help wash the cum off yourself.

“Sorry I got you all, uh, dirty again.”

“It’s okay,” You giggled as he cleaned you up.

“I love you.”

“I love you too Bo.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of saying that,” he said, grinning widely.

You laughed at his cuteness as he helped you step out of the shower, legs still shaking from your ridiculously strong orgasm. He wrapped you up in your towel and cupped your cheeks, placing a million little pecks all over your face. You both broke into laughter and Bokuto grabbed a towel to wrap around his waist. You laced your fingers together as you walked out of the bathroom, only to be met with a very irritated Akaashi.

You and Bokuto froze.

“Akaashi I can explain-”

“’Kaashi I swear-”

“Thank god you guys finally confessed, I swear if I had to go through another year of watching you two cluelessly pine for each other I was going to lose it. But, I’m pretty sure you used up all the hot water.”

You blinked.

“O-oh, sorry ‘Kaashi.”

He chuckled and rolled his eyes, “Whatever love birds, just know if the water bill is through the roof it’s on you.”

#bokuto x reader #bokuto x y/n #bokuto smut #haikyuu smut #bokuto koutaro

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aliceaddellheidde · 3 years

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Fatum

A/N: This is for @the-ss-horniest-book-club Lucky in love. March 18 – Occasion.

WORDS: 2134 😅

WARNINGS: Bucky is sad a bit, swearing

PAIRING: Bucky Barnes x reader (eventually) {Soulmates AU}

DISCLAIMERS: Endgame happened, but only Thanos and his peasants died. English isn´t my first language so sorry for mistakes.

Moi, Rai and Parca are genderless & are using they/their pronouns.

This is soulmates au. When you get tattoo, your soulmate gets it as well on same spot. It glows when you touch.

This is multi-chapter story. 10/19

Gif from here

Divider by @rainbowkisses31

Today was THE day. Your birthday. You woke up to beautiful sunny morning. There were flowers and muffins on your desk. You walked up to it and sniffed the bouquet. It was your favourite. But you were suspicious about those muffins. You took one in your hand. It was weird, like rubber. You squeezed it lightly few times and then suddenly it burst and thick colour covered your front. You angry-walked out from your room, wiping your face best as you could, leaving footprints behind you.

„Good morning Y/N.” said Bucky with smile on his face. But when he saw you he looked surprised. „What happened to you?” „Don´t act like you don’t know!” you screamed. „You did it? It´s your work! I got used to to your pranks, but it´s my fucking birthday! You couldn’t stop for one damn day?” „It wasn't supposed to be like that! There was a card next to it. You didn't read it?” „There is no card!” He sighted. „Come with me.” He took your hand and you both walked back to your room. There was pink colour on walls, ceiling, floor and furniture. „See? No card.” You pointed on the desk. He looked behind the muffins and handed you small paper. „Told you.” 'Happy birthday to my fourth best friend. Bucky. P.S.: Those muffins are for party this evening. Don’t touch it yet.' „But I bet you would touch it anyway because you are stubborn as a mule.” he smirked. „We are friends?” you asked. His face fell a bit. „Yes. What did you think we are?” „Acquaintances.” „Oh.” Now he looked sad. „I'm sorry Buck.” He nodded, but didn't look at you. „Go and take a shower. I´ll clean this.” „I´ll help you.” „No. It´s your birthday. I heard Wanda and Natasha want to take you shopping.” „Ok. Thank you.” You left him with heavy heart.

When you walked back to your room it was clean, Bucky gone and smiling girls were sitting on your bed. „Ready to go?” „No. My hair is wet and I have … .” Wanda moved her hand and you found yourself in jeans and Bucky's hoodie with dry hair. She even applied light make-up on you. „Thank you Wan.” „No problem. Now lets go.”

They took you to your preferred shops and restaurant for lunch. Meanwhile your team was decorating whole compound floor in your favourite colour and flowers were everywhere. Bucky was in the kitchen making your favoured cookies even when Tony told him he hired professional culinary team. He only rolled his eyes and once he was done he went to pick up presents for you.

You came back home few hours later. „Are those cookies I smell?” you asked when you walked into private area of compound. „They are. Bucky made them.” said Tony, dressed in suit. Bucky showed up from behind the wall with basket full of them. „Happy birthday doll.” he smiled at you slightly and handed it to you. „Thank you Buck!” You hugged him and he hugged you back. „No problem.” You looked up at him and suddenly everything else stopped. Tony looked at Wanda and Natasha with confused face. They just smirked. „Ok Y/N. Time to prepare you for party.” You woke up from trance when Wanda touched you. „You prepared party for me?” you asked Tony. „Of course. It´s your birthday!” You turned back to Bucky, kissed his cheek and Wanda was dragging you away.

She tried different dress on you until you finally found one you loved. „Blue looks amazing on you.” said Natasha when she was giving you pair of earrings with small diamonds as her present for you. Wanda gave you matching necklace. „Miss Y/N, Sergeant Barnes is outside of your room.” announced F.R.I.D.A.Y.. „Thank you. Let him in.”

He had blue Henley and jeans on and his hair was combed. „What is it Bucky?” He looked like a snack. Nervous snack. „I have one more gift for you.” He moved away from door and young woman walked in. „Stephanie!” you shouted and ran to her. „I thought you couldn’t come because of work.” She laughed. „It was pretended. Bucky's idea.” You looked at him and he blushed. „I … I´ll see you at the party. Bye.” „He has crush on you.” said Stephanie when he was gone. „And she has on him!” Wanda laughed. She and Natasha met Stephanie before. You couldn’t protest. They were right. „Ok, ok, stop it. We have party downstairs. Come!”

You walked out of the elevator and everyone in the room started screaming 'Happy birthday' and clapping. You saw your whole team mixed with people from compound. Thor and Loki were there as well with their mates. Tony came up to you and asked for first dance. It seemed like everybody wanted to dance with you after him and you hardly had time to eat or drink or be with Stephanie. She looked happy dancing with Bucky. They were talking and laughing all the time. You felt pang of jealousy even when you knew Bucky wasn't yours. You rather went for drink.

„Having fun?” said familiar voice when you were sipping from your glass for few minutes in peace. „Yes. You having fun with my friend I see.” You turned to him. „Stephanie? She's awesome. She was telling me how she met Brian.” „Brian?” „Her soulmate. She didn't tell you?”„No.” „Then it´s good thing she's coming over here. Have fun doll. And don’t drink too much. There is surprise for later.” He took his drink and let Stephanie to sit on the chair. „I feel like idiot.” you told her. „Why?” „I was jealous of you and Bucky.” „Oh my gosh, really?” she laughed. „You look good together.” „I don’t know about it. Either way, I´m not single any more.” „So I heard.” „Sorry. I wanted this day to be about you and not me and Brian.” „It´s fine. But I´m upset you told Bucky before me.” „On my defence, he was asking about you and your dating life and I blurt out I met my soulmate. Then he changed subject. I guess he realized he will have no info from me.” „Thank gods! You know too much about me.” „Don´t worry. Your secrets are safe with me. But I bet he knows you like him” „He´s handsome. That's all.” „Should I start with that Declan incident?” „Don´t you dare!” She was laughing and after one more drink you moved to dancing parquet.

„Ok people! Make three teams and put on these protecting suits.” said Tony. It was your team only now as other left and you quickly put white thingy on and went outside with others. You were in awe as whole huge garden changed into maze. „Take you bags with muffins and lets fight!” „Rules Tony.” said Pepper. „Yeah. No magic, no guns, don’t eat those muffins. Who will get treasure box at the end is a winner. It´s hidden somewhere in the maze. Once you are hit, you are dead. Understood?” Everybody cheered and three teams of eight people ran forward. You had your girl friends, Thor, MJ, Scott and Bucky in your team. You were fighting for about an hour, and got lost three times, when you saw something shiny on your left. „Treasure box.” you said to your team and cautiously moved that way. When Tony was designing this maze he put different traps in there. But even he didn't know where they were because F.R.I.D.A.Y. did final touches. You were only few metres from box when lasers showed up. Nat was quickly on the other side and turned them off, but was hit by two muffins from Clint. You and other members ran across his firing range and Bucky shot him with blue coloured muffin. Rest of his team showed up and you had to took cover. „Wan and Steph with me. We have to get that box. Bucky, you good?” „Yeah. Go doll.” You blushed. „Come on birthday girl. Lets get your treasure.” You ran the remaining three metres and grabbed box from pedestal. Then loud alarm screeched around the area. Walls disappeared and you saw everyone coming to you. You were all dirty from paint, but happy. „Congratulations Y/N!” Each one hugged you and you opened the box. Inside was small golden trophy. „Thank you all for this. And for the party and presents.” You were crying as you were walking back inside for rest.

It was quiet when you walked out of shower. You assumed your friends were sleeping by now. You lay down on bed when you felt something hard under your head. It was book you were looking for everywhere, but it was sold out. There was text on first page: 'To birthday doll. Your Bucky.' Your cheeks hurt from how big was your smile before you fell asleep.

Next morning you woke up to Stephanie poking into your sides. „Wake up, lazy girl.” she laughed. „You have to take me home.” „Ok. Breakfast first.”

You met Sam and Aderyn in the kitchen. „Are you and Brian disgustingly sweet like them?” you asked your friend. „Sometimes even more.” she laughed. „Gross.” „Oh come on. You don’t really mean it otherwise you wouldn't go to tattoo salon today.” „I have to do it. If my soulmate doesn’t want to. I´ve been alone for so long Steph. Everyone around me has somebody.” „I know love. And I´m wishing you all the luck.” „Thank you. Now we have to go.” You said byes to happy couple and took one Tony´s cars. „Sometimes I´m jealous you're working with Stark.” „Why? It´s not easy job.” „I know, but look how many cool people you know and what amazing things you have!” „Oh Steph. Is it a way to tell me you want new car for your birthday?” you teased. „What? No! But maybe you can ask Clint if he's free sometimes? To meet Brian. My man is obsessed with Hawkeye.” „I can try. Now get off a car before your boyfriend will march here.” You stopped in front of her house and Brian was standing outside. „I´ll introduce you.” You both walked to him and he hugged Stephanie immediately. You adverted you eyes as they kissed. „Babe, this is my best and the coolest friend, Y/N.” „Nice to finally meet you.” He shook your hand. „Likewise.” You did small talk and then you had to go on your appointment.

You stepped inside a tattoo salon and girl from reception recognized you right away. „Miss Y/N! 11 A.M., right?” „Yes.” „Follow me.” She took you into small room with table, chair, counter and shelves with equipment. You looked around beautiful pictures on the walls. „Your artist will be right here.” You nodded and sat down. After few minutes door open again and Tatiana walked in. „Hello. Nice to see you again.” she smiled. „Can we begin or you have some more questions? Some doubts?” „I … I was looking at you photos outside and here as well. Those couples look so happy. I´m not always so sure there is really someone for me.” „You are afraid your soulmate will not love you?” „Yeah.” „Honey, don’t worry. It´s called soulmate for a reason! I´m not saying there will not be hard times, there will, but your souls are meant to be together. In good and bad.” „But what if I think I love someone and it turns out he's not my mate?” „When you already feel it like that then there is high chance he's the one for you. If not, then you only have to deal with it.” You looked at your shoes. „I guess.” „You still want to do it?” You looked back at her. „Yes.” „Then hop on the table. Left side of lower belly, navy blue?” „Yes.” You lied down and let her do her job. After that you saw her when she put your template into computer system. „Congratulations, you are first with this tattoo.” Tatiana smiled at you. It was easy system. You could choose almost any colour of colour spectrum, but not shades too close each other. That's why governments around the world made computer program and it tells you which colours are already taken. Once all are used, tattoo template is destroyed. It predicted a lot misunderstandings. Just imagine there would be five more people with same colour tattoo as you. How would you know which is your mate? „I can take a picture of it and you can update it later on soulmates web.” „Please.” After that she told you about aftercare again and you were free to go.

At same time some person got same tattoo as you and it scared the hell of them.

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#BlackSunWeek2020 Day 3 - Recollection

Whatever the greater good of their relationship demanded, Sun was willing to provide for Blake.

Then here he stood with Blake by his side as they held hands anxiously. Sun never thought he’d be here with checking out the post-war sights. All things considered he’d hope that this place would survive during the coveted Grimm Eclipse. But it didn’t.

Because they were everywhere.

Sun’s tail was unusually lifeless considering how much significance this carried for him. Having Blake with him helped a little since he never liked coming here alone. This tree was where he discovered his Via Sun semblance. And it was here where he stood in silence.

Normally Sun would be a smidge less energetic about recalling his childhood in Vacuo. But he had been quite lethargic for this trip to the Xiáji (Summer) Tree. Appropriate name for a Kingdom in which it was always Summer and it rained never.

Blake squeezed her fiancé’s hand carefully as not to scratch their engagement rings. Her ears flattened while Sun finally blinked in awe of how the tree had recovered. Would’ve made a nice spot for their wedding reception had it not been so painful for him right now.

“What was her name?” Blake asked.

Her name. That was all Sun alluded to during the skiff ride over here. Blake’s golden eyes highlighted just how worried she was for her soon-to-be husband since he wanted to clear the air and finally explain Via Sun’s origin.

Sun stepped forth, checking to see if the inscription was still on the stump. Bingo. There were Mistrali characters on the plaque as he ran his fingers across them and finally replied to Blake.

“Starr.” He mentioned. “Starr Sanzang.”

Blake’s right ear stood down while her left stayed alert. Had she a tail it would be in a more curious shape. Sun hung his head and stood up, hands in his pockets as Blake pillowed her head onto his shoulder.

“Figured they got her, but it doesn't make it hurt any less.” He grumbled.

“Nothing ever will if it involves Grimm.” Blake whispered.

Sun rested his jaw on his fiancé’s scalp. He had hoped that Starr was with him in spirit at most, guiding him like one of those laser blade-wielding monks in old sci-fi serials.

Although, Blake was right. Salem was gone. But her legions had still persisted through sheer instinct without a central hive mind such as their dark mistress.

Oh, sure. Grimm had done damage to the environment before. But ever since they became 'dumber' they were a lot less organized with just marching over more obstacles than usual.

Hell. A place like this, Vacuan Grimm would've been taking a siesta from running across hell's half acre due to how unstable the desert was to stand on.

“They can't be that dumb here.” Blake observed, nuzzling her scalp against her man's jaw.

“We're not exactly known for being strong thinkers.” Sun half-joked.

Blake looked up, taken aback by her future husband's cynicism as she felt her ears flattening. Sun was instantly remorseful.

“Blake, I- -“

“I get it, this is a rough spot for you.” She retorted.

“Yeah.” Sun responded. “Hard to believe that life kicked it up a notch during our first semester.”

“Doesn't seem so crazy now. What would Starr say about it if she were here?” Blake asked.

Sun pondered for a good minute giving Blake one of their forehead kisses.

“Starr and I always bickered about whether or not to fight. She preferred traps, I preferred taking things head-on. When my parents died she took over. Her way…Starr meant well, but since I was her closest relative and unfit to lead, she really didn't have anyone to back her up. Because of that, my cousin was really bossy.” He said.

Blake held Sun tighter.

“Did you mean to lead Team SSSN like her?” She asked.

“Nah.” Sun admitted. “Pretty much being put on the spot like Ruby when you girls were formed really freaked me out.” He explained.

“Well, how did you work through it?” Blake asked next.

Sun released himself from their hug, kneeling down at the inscription again as he placed a hand onto the plaque. As soon as he did, he sat crisscross summoning two Via Sun clones.

Next to them stood blurry images of two other monkey Faunus. One with ears, female. The male with monkey feet. Sun sat there as his clones observed just what they were as they scanned the memorial site.

“When I unlocked my Semblance, I looked through faint memories of my parents.” He began. “I wasn't a year old when the died and my uncle took me in.”

While he explained, the Sun clones noticed the images of his parents drawing two weapons. His mother drew two blades while his father drew an axe and three-pole gun which he carried on his shoulder.

“Starr insisted that I didn't wanna lead like her given how many enemies she made in the tribe.” Sun added, still focusing on his Clones learning of the tree's significance.

Blake was shocked at how “smart” the Clones were being compared to how they usually ran towards whoever Sun ordered them to.

“What happened to them?” Blake asked.

“We moved on.” Sun answered. “Since nobody could agree on how to fight we decided to disband the tribe and live our own lives. Sounds pretty lonely.” He then mused.

“Yeah.” Blake responded. “But I wouldn’t have met you otherwise. You were the beginning of me coming out of my shell, Sun. You helped me learn to love again when I was full of regret and spite for the past. I may not have met Starr…”

Sun turned around, startled at his future wife's comforting smile amidst this painful memory they communed at.

“But with what you've done, she would have been damn proud of you.”

Sun got up, dissipating his Clones as he yanked in Blake for a hug. He sobbed quietly while Blake buried her face into his heart and quietly purred for him.

“Sorry, Blake.” He weeped.

“It's okay…” She cooed. “Just because you're sunny doesn't mean you have to bottle it up.”

The monkey's tears dripped down into her hair as she held onto him tighter, wrapping her arms around his neck while he let it all out.

The minutes that passed felt like hours as the couple released with Sun dabbing at his puffy eyes. Blake smiled and rubbed her head against his chest, purring while Sun gave her an ear scratch.

“We oughta head back before Arslan chews me out for meditating at the wrong tree.”

Blake chuckled leaning in but stopping as she grasped her arm.

“We probably shouldn’t be kissing at your dead cousin's memorial, shouldn't we?” Blake mused, which made Sun finally laugh.

“Starr was judgy, but not on relationship choices. She would've tore into Ninjas of Love, though.” He said.

“What?!” Blake said in mock hurt. “They're erotica, not Romeo and Julie! …There's not much difference between the two.” She then admitted, making Sun laugh harder as he picked her up in a bridal carry.

“Nope.” He said. “But you make it easier when it's just the two of us.”

Blake held onto him on the way back, knowing that she and him were a work-in-progress regardless of issues and background for the choices that made them who they were today.

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Remoras Full Chapter XXIII: You Are My Sunshine

I loved myself a good rumor, didn’t I?

At least that’s how I saw myself for as long as I could remember. Now, however, I think I was fine if I didn’t hear any other words of intrigue or mystique again. No utterances of possible supernatural activity. If there were to be gossip, I’d listen in, but not involve myself. It was strange to think that things have developed in such a way. How I came to develop in such a way was a mystery to me. One that I wasn’t keen on solving, either, but I just couldn’t pinpoint how or why it happened.

Sunny had gone to the hospital for a short bit. Her injuries weren’t too serious, and she got herself checked out right away. When she returned, she walked with crutches. It would have to be that way for a few days, it seemed. Not much longer than that, at least.

“I think I know what it’s like,” she confided to me upon her return. “When you suffer such a loss that it starts to put things into perspective and you wonder if you can go on with the way you’ve been living.”

When she relayed that to me, I had been at my desk and sipping a cup of Darjeeling tea with a lemon slice. After I gave a short nod and set my teacup down, I responded:

“Are you saying it’s like me with my hand?”

“Well, it could be similar.”

“Hm. I wonder.” My eyes seemed to look past her. Into nothing at all. “I’m not sure whether it was the injury or the recovery that did it for me. Then again, I may have already been this way before it all happened. There’s no telling, really.”

Then, as a form of reassurance, I smiled.

“But look at you: you’re tough. You’ll heal. Your injuries weren’t as bad as they could have been, and I’m sure if you still have the desire to, you can go right back to adventuring.”

“What about you?” She asked, concerned. As if there were any reason to be.

“Me? Adventuring was never my thing. What I like is spending time with you, but I don’t have to do that all the time, either. I’ve always preferred to watch, and if need be, talk things out with others. Work out a deal. What I want to do now is pretty clear to me: run the diner and have a steady base of customers. Listen to people’s problems. Be a humble bartender. Stuff like that.”

‘Stuff like that.’ Easier said than done.

“Still, I wonder who that person was,” she pondered, index finger and thumb on her chin, as if she were playing the part of a detective.

Yes. That was a mystery, wasn’t it? Another person, similar to Remora. So much so that said person would be mistaken for…

“Hm. Yes. I suppose we’ll have to ask Remora about that when she gets back.” After Sunny returned from her trip, Demetria left to investigate. ‘Why the sudden interest?’ I might have asked her, but then, the name Rhea had been mentioned enough times by now that she was like an elephant in the room, lingering (though I suppose a more apt description would be a ghost, whose name haunts each of us within the diner). If anyone bothered to explain to her just who she was, perhaps the curiosity wouldn’t have existed.

Soon after Demetria left, so too did Remora. Perhaps guilt over the fact that not one, but two people may be put in danger because of someone she knew, but never thought to tell us. If I were to try to see from her perspective, it would make sense not to, as she never had any reason to believe anyone else like her would pose a threat, let alone be in the same universe as her. Of course, she could have said something before Demetria left, to clear up any misconceptions, but she didn’t, and thus, it weighed on her.

...Of course, that was all speculation on my part. There was no way to tell what she was thinking unless I could see into her head. Even if she were to tell me her reasoning, there would be a context missing that made up a key element.

Before I could ponder any longer, I heard a loud slam coming from the front of the diner as the howl of the wind’s chill hummed through the air.

“Now I wonder who that could be,” I was resigned to ponder instead.

“I’ll go see! You can stay right there!” Sunny gave me a thumbs up.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea given your current condition?” I asked as my eyes darted between the two crutches she held onto.

In response, she lifted one arm and tapped me over the head with the crutch.

“This? It’s nothing. I’m still badass,” she declared, and with it, any sense of melancholy she held just a moment ago dissipated into the air.

As she got up, I heard a thunderous voice carry all the way to the back, which was quite a feat given how insulated the whole place was. Privacy was one of the few things I valued.

“WE’VE COME FOR FOOD!” Boomed an authoritative voice, both serious in the owner’s intent, and a sense of joviality thrown in. In short, it wasn’t anyone I recognized.

“Oh my...I know who this is…” Sunny murmured as she picked herself up and headed toward the door.

That piqued my interest. Someone boisterous like Sunny seemed like right up her alley. But that ‘oh my’ brought with it some doubt. If not for that, I would have thought, any friend of Sunny is a friend of mine.

An anxious breath, then I pushed myself away from my desk and shifted out of my seat. Along the way, I heard chatter from the front and much commotion. This time, however, none of it registered in my head. Then, upon opening the door to the front of the diner, I saw what the commotion was: seated in one of the booths was a red headed woman with long, messy hair, and her legs propped up on the table, crossed together. I noticed a smug smile situated on her face. Next to her were a couple of men and another red headed woman, but they stood off to the side and didn’t look like they wanted to bring much attention to themselves.

“Jeez, what happened to you, Sunny?” The smug one in the booth asked. “What happened to that tough gal who gave me a good beating?”

“Heh. I’m still badass,” Sunny reassured, just as she had to me, and then she lifted one crutch up and pretended to shoot it like it was a gun. “Bam! Bam!”

Sunny motioned over to the booth and I stepped forward once more.

“Get your feet off the table. This is a respectable establishment,” I commanded, my voice much more gruff than I would have expected from myself. In response, the smug looking woman turned to me and gave an annoyed grimace, but did as I said.

“Jeez, man. Don’t be such a buzzkill,” she retorted. Those words had no effect on me and I continued to stare down at her. Those people she surrounded herself with, her mannerisms, they all brought me to the realization that I had a pretty good idea who she was.

“You’re Aurora B, aren’t you?” I asked, plain. Almost rhetorical in nature.

“What’s it to you, old man?” She shot back. “Sheesh, what’s a woman gotta do to get some good food around here?”

“Place your order with me and I’ll have my head chef cook it for you. Is it fair to assume that you intend to pay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” she waved off, then turned her attention back to Sunny. “Seriously though, how’d you get in such a state?”

“Similar to what happened to you when you first came here: I fought someone I didn’t know and bit off more than I can chew. Honestly, I’m starting to wonder if I’ve still got it.”

“P’fft!” She spat. “C’mon. Arm wrestle me.”

I cleared my throat.

“Ahem. Are you going to order?” I interrupted.

“Oh. Yeah. I’ll have a stack of chocolate chip crepes with scrambled eggs on the side. What d’ya what, Russell? Stewie? Allison?”

The three leapt, as if they had zoned out until their names were spoken.

“Clam chowder and whiskey for me,” one of the men, a rather rugged looking one with hair seeming to cover every speck of his face.

“Uh, poutine? I think we’re in Canada?” The scrawnier man with stringy brown hair in a green shirt drawled.

Not exactly, but I can make it, I thought. However, I didn’t bother speaking such a detail. It seemed unnecessary to me.

“How about salamat, since I’m pretty sure we’re close to Siberia?” Raised the hand of the spunky woman with red, shoulder length hair, all curled inward.

Not a dish I’ve been asked to make, but I can make it. Just a porridge dish with horse fat, sweet cream, and fish. Shouldn’t be too hard.

“Very well. Seat yourselves. I’ll get your meals started.”

All that time and I forgot to actually hand menus out to them.

I’ll have to help out Tigershark with some of these dishes.

Before I departed, I watched as Aurora and Sunny arm wrestled, a one-sided struggle as Aurora clung with desperation as she tried to last for more than a few seconds. At last, she was bested.

“Aw, damn. I wanted her to win, but I didn’t wanna lose! Hey Russ, you arm wrestle her!”

The forlorn man with endless facial hair shrugged and took a seat next to Aurora. As far as I was concerned, it was a foregone conclusion that Sunny would win.

Once in the kitchen, I found Tigershark in her usual position: on top of a step stool stirring a large bowl. I glanced past her and noticed that the sink was clean and empty. Good.

“What’cha got?” I asked. She looked over and beamed at me, a grin from ear to ear.

“I’m making brownies!” She declared.

“Great. Do you think you can put that on hold for now so we can whip up a few meals for our guests?”

That excited her more. Just as it should have excited me to know that there were people to serve.

“Guests? Who?” She jumped up on her stool.

“Oh, just Aurora and a few members of her crew,” I shrugged, the information not of much interest to me, though I figured she must have encountered Aurora while I was in the hospital, just as Sunny and Demetria have.

“Ooh! Is Astraea there, too?” She pumped her fists and looked eager for me to say yes. Instead, I shook my head.

“I’m sorry, I don’t believe so,” I broke the news, which I was sure must have been disheartening. I even heard an “aww” once I gave her my answer, but it soon shifted to other excitement.

“I bet you’d love to meet her! She’s great!” Tigershark spoke with such a confidence that I had to believe her.

Would I? In a general sense, I suppose there are plenty of people I would love to meet, so long as they have something interesting to offer.

“Well,” I smiled. “I’m glad you think so.”

Together, we got to work as I walked her through the meals, the crepes and clam chowder being the easiest, as she had made them before. For the other two, though, it was much more of an involved collaboration, with us splitting the work.

Once it had all finished, I brought it out. Aurora was on the floor with her knees up, while her crew was seated at the booth behind Sunny.

“All right, you’ve beaten everyone here at arm wrestling, but we have yet to try leg wrestling! What do you say?” Aurora, seeming ever competitive, egged on.

“I don’t think that’s such a good idea, given the whole reason I’m on crutches is ‘cause I got stabbed in the knee,” Sunny replied while stifling back laughter.

I closed my eyes and shook my head, then turned to deliver the food first to her crew mates.

“Here you go. Hope you enjoy,” I spoke as I slid them their food, then added, “and make sure you pay for your meals.”

“Aurora’s footing the bill,” Russell, the rugged and grisly man grunted.

“Fine by me. So long as someone does,” I replied.

“For the record, I don’t have a lot of arm strength to begin with,” the freckled redhead informed me, then waved finger guns at me. Allison must’ve been her name. “Thanks for the meal, by the way!”

I had to hand it to her, out of all the foods that I could have been asked to make, I wasn’t expecting a dish typically served in Siberia.

Stewie sat slumped over, head hung at the end of the booth and with red eyes, he looked half asleep. When I slid his plate of poutine over, he gasped.

“It’s like...magic. Things happen, then I make an action,” his words were a yawned drawl.

“Don’t worry about him,” Allison assured me. “He’s just a little faded. He’ll eat up the whole plate in no time.”

Believe me, I wasn’t worried about that, I thought to reply, but didn’t.

“Thank you for letting me know,” I instead told her.

“No prob, chief!”

There was one more person to serve. I stopped and looked down at the ridiculous, but supposedly fearsome bandit.

“Get up off the floor. I’ve got your food,” I told her.

She scrambled up, a rather undignified stumble back into her seat, right across from Sunny.

“What’s up this guy’s butt?” Aurora complained to Sunny as she pointed her thumb at me.

“Nothing! And ‘this guy’ is my husband,” Sunny corrected.

“Not only that,” I added. “But I’m also the owner of this diner.”

“Real shit?” She looked at me, then back at Sunny. “What happened to the kid?”

“She’s been made the head chef,” I explained in Sunny’s stead.

“Bah. What a downgrade.”

“Considering who you are, I could force you to leave,” I reminded her.

“Chill, dude,” fear and concern in her voice as she tried to keep her composure. “I said I’d pay for the meals. You really need to lighten up.”

Escaped from me was a heavy sigh. If only you knew the irony of such a statement, was my initial thought before my thoughts then relented.

She’s right, though. I used to be much more relaxed and jovial than I am now. People like her I would have found amusing, not a nuisance. Why I’m not that way now, I don’t know.

Although it felt forced, I smiled.

“How about you and I cut a deal? I will allow you to come and go as you please with free meals for you and your crew. I will also look past any of the robberies you do. In turn, I want you to promote my restaurant wherever you go. Sound good?” Maybe it was that I too was rusty and far past my old ways, but I could still try and amuse myself.

“Or…” She rolled her eyes and looked away. “I could just shoot you and get my free meals that way.”

My smile grew. Oh, that confidence on her was admirable, if nothing else. I held up my prosthetic arm and began a boast of my own.

“Try it and my arm will deflect any shot you fire. It’s made of an impenetrable steel, impervious to bullets and explosives alike.”

She didn’t look convinced, so I pulled out a kitchen knife from my pocket and held it up to the index finger of my prosthetic arm. As I stared at her, a devilish look on my face, I made a slicing motion against the finger.

“See? Nothing. It’s that powerful.”

Dr. Cole-Slaw would kill me if she saw the trick I was pulling. I’m pretty sure this arm isn’t just some cheap plastic.

“All right, all right!” Genuine fear and concern showed on her face as her voice trembled. “It’s a deal! What gives, anyway, man?!”

“Loathe as I am to admit, but I appreciate hearing about the customer you brought in after you robbed the store he worked at. I want you to keep at it. Direct more customers my way.”

“OK...but wouldn’t the authorities kick down the door and be like ‘why was this robber telling people to go eat at your restaurant’?” She rebutted.

“If that happens, all I would have to do is tell them, ‘if a gang told people to go eat at McDonalds, do you really think McDonalds would be culpable just because that’s where that gang likes to eat? Or am I being targeted because I’m an independent business?’ But, I’m not worried about that. This is the middle of nowhere: there are no such authorities here.”

This time, a smug grin had torn its way across her face as well.

“Hell yeah. I like the way you think. All right, you got yourself a deal.”

I dug my hands into my pocket and hummed.

“Now, then. Enjoy your meal,” I concluded as I bade her and the members of her crew goodbye. As much as it still seemed to come natural to me, it felt quite the opposite. I needed to unwind. Such a simple deal and it just felt stale.

Once I made it back to the desk, I sunk my head down low.

I’m trying to build something. I just don’t know what.

It’s been that way for years. As far back as over a decade ago. Even when I had a thriving business, I continued to make deals left and right, and always made it seem like I was advancing toward something. Some may have suggested that I was building up an empire, but I never had any interest in such a thing. It was just as Remora had said; I did things just to do them. Just to amuse myself.

My mind drifted to about fifteen years ago, when Sunny still went on her adventures and I sought to broker a deal with a time-traveling mafia boss named Tony (or Antonio, as he prefers) Falsetto. He and his gang had some valuable services that I could utilize, so he often gave me jobs. However, during our first meeting, our relationship proved more contentious.

“What can you offer me?” He asked when I approached him.

“Whatever you need done,” I replied. As far as things went, I was about an all around jack-of-all-trades.

He was seated in a bean bag chair in the basement of his house (his base of operations), smoking a hash pipe as he stroked a pet iguana situated on his lap.

“I don’t need no handyman. I need someone who I can count on to fix my house,” he spoke in a grisly deadpan tone as he stamped out the ashes of his hash pipe.

I was about ready to open my mouth, explain to him the absurdity of his statement, when he looked up from his bean bag, his pudgy face turned to a nasty frown.

“There was a guy who I lent my services to – all was smooth in the beginning, but then he started missing his payments. Next thing I hear, he’s working for a business rival of mine who told him that his debts are forgiven. As if they get to make that call.”

I could already tell where he was going with all that. What would have been nice was if I managed to weave together some words.

“So you would like someone to convince him to pay off what he owes you, I take it?” I suggested. Not that I was some kinda fool, but I had to try my luck. That luck proved fruitless, as my suggestion was met by a fit of laughter from his associates in the room.

“You hear that, boys? This Patsy thinks I just wanna have a nice little chit-chat.”

He looked over at his audience while I just stood there, waiting to be addressed again.

“Listen, Ray. You seem like a nice guy. But this is business, and business is cutthroat. You gotta get your hands dirty sometimes. We’ve given him chances. Now that it’s come to this, the time for negotiations are over. Catch my drift?”

I pushed up my glasses but didn’t avert my gaze for even a second.

“I reckon I do,” I replied, flat in my delivery.

“If you ain’t up for the job, then I’ve got no use for you.”

Such an unsavory prospect, but when I wanted to secure a deal, I put my grievances aside.

“Oh, I’m up for it,” I smiled, my voice calm and breathy. “I know my way around a gun.”

Nerves in my hands flared, an odd detail for my memory to focus on, but one that I recall. Something I would have rather not done, but would accept, regardless. Such a burning sensation through me, yet I maintained my composure.

“Really now? ‘Cause you don’t strike me as a tough guy,” a smile peeked its way through his cracked lips.

Hands in my pockets, I shrugged.

“Don’t believe me? How about you accompany me to your target’s execution and see for yourself?” Once again, a suggestion which I was sure he was all but thrilled about.

He put his hands out in front of him and gave a sour expression as he shook his head, the cheeks on his face flapped about in a manner similar to raw chicken breasts.

“Forgive me for having trust issues, but how do I know you wouldn’t just take that opportunity to turn your gun against me?”

“Simple,” once again, a shrug. Nonchalant, almost absent-minded in my reply. “You’re more use to me alive than dead.”

Around the room came a hushed silence as all eyes turned to me. My heart rate remained normal, yet everyone else seemed to take upmost offense to my statement.

“You seem to be forgetting who holds the cards here,” Tony served to remind me, then tapped his hash pipe again against an ashtray. “Not to mention, if you’re good enough for the job, you wouldn’t need anyone to chaperon you.”

His dead stare pierced through my disinterested one. For far longer than necessary, a silence filled the room, then, without invitation, I broke the silence.

“That is true. I just figured I would offer some assurance, but either way, it’s no problem to me. Your call, Tony.”

“Very well. I’ll watch you. But I’ll bring a couple of my men as well, so try any funny business and there’ll be so many holes in your suede suit that no tailor can fix it.”

In his drawer, he reached for something. My first thought, I admit, was a pistol. Like he was ready to shoot me dead for my attitude. However, what he pulled out instead was a small box. He opened the box, which contained a plastic ring inside. Cherry flavored hard candy in the shape of a gemstone. I believe those things were called “Ring Pops.”

“As you know, loyalty is very important to me,” he explained as he fastened it upon his middle finger, then looked back up at me. “Now, kiss the ring.”

So the job went underway: I was crouched down on a rooftop, having taken cover behind a crate where I propped up a scoped rifle. Behind me stood Tony and his men. No pressure.

I focused on the scope and positioned the rifle downward where a bald man stood in front of a back alley doorway. From what I understood, the “rival business” had hired him as their personal bouncer. It pained me to think that soon the clean, beige metal doorway would soon have a streak of red spray paint. It pained me even more to think that I didn’t get a chance to work something out with the man I was about to execute. I could have met with him in private and said, “there’s a powerful gang that wants you dead, but if you pay me, I’ll escort you away from here where they can’t find you.” If I had done that, maybe Tony would have assumed that man was dead without me having to kill him.

Oh well. Live and learn. It wasn’t about a lack of experience, but just a lack of options; I had cornered myself in order to earn Tony’s trust, and there was no worming out of it.

So yes: I pulled the trigger. First came his body, knocked back like a ragdoll against the door as the shot rang. Then, he fell, and a streak of blood was left behind.

I huffed. Less of a sigh, it was either my first time or close to my first time having taken a life. My eyes stung to the point that it felt like someone had run a shard of glass against my eyelids. Nevertheless, I stood up and handed the gun back to Tony.

“I’m impressed. How’d you learn to shoot like that? Got military experience or something?” He asked, just as stunned as I felt, but for different reasons.

“I looked up tutorials online,” I replied. As far as I was concerned, he needed no explanation.

“Bullshit. How’d you get such a perfect shot, anyway, if you’re wearin’ glasses?”

“That’s what the glasses are there for,” as if it weren’t obvious.

Now imagine that, but played on repeat. Spread out over the course of a couple years. One more headshot in much the same manner. I packed the gun up. By that point, it no longer belonged to Tony, but me, but whenever possible, I tried to find reasons not to use it. As I looked below, the lifeless body sat and the image of them being knocked down was still burned in my mind.

I shook my head.

“I never get used to it,” I lamented.

“It’s not about getting used to it, it’s about doing what’s necessary,” Tony corrected.

“Is it necessary? To me it’s just a waste. People are far more useful alive than dead. There’s so much more worth in a human’s life, so much potential, all gone in an instant. You tell me that with your job, it’s not personal and it’s just business, but tell me: how much effort do you put in to work things out? Or do you just decide you don’t have the patience, or that they’ve betrayed your trust enough times that they have to go?”

He turned his head away and spat out some chewing tobacco. There was a small, pink glob which brought me to believe that he had also been chewing gum.

“If you want to do things your way, you shouldn’t be working with me,” he rasped.

We descended from the roof and headed back to his base of operations, a few of his guys behind me.

“Sorry, Tony. I just prefer to get things done with my words,” my reply was overdue, now it was more of a matter of fact statement. “I’m just more of a wise guy than a tough guy.”

He looked up at me, squinted, and growled.

“You’re a wise guy, eh? Well, I don’t need a wise guy, I need a tough guy.”

As large and heavy as his frame was, he was at least a head shorter than I. So Tony wanted a tough guy? Then I supposed I would put on a show. I grabbed him by the collar with a tight grip. He flailed about, but I lifted him high enough so that we met eye to eye. My eyes a fierce gaze. His, a fury, but a sliver of fear shone through as well. His men looked about ready to act.

“What’s the big idea?” He squeaked out his words as he squirmed. At last, after a few seconds, I smiled.

“Lighten up, will ya?” I spoke at last with a chuckle, then set him down and began to walk off. From my peripheral, I could tell how just how pissed he was as he stomped on the ground and made little squealing sounds.

“You know, one of these days, you might turn your back on someone, and they’ll shoot you right in the back!” He yelled. “What then?”

I turned my head, still smiling.

“Then I’ll lean over, pick it up, and say ‘hey, you dropped something’.”

In reality, if Remora had shot me in the back instead of the hand, I wouldn’t have gone through so much with her. My life would have been put to an end as well. Really, it was much better to be alive than dead, even with all the weight and pain that being alive can bring with it. But at the time, all those years ago, I must have felt I was invincible.

As it had been a couple of years after my first meeting with Tony, he and I were a little chummier, despite the tension which still arose. We both saw each other as reliable assets. By that point, I considered myself with the better end of the stick, as I had made deals all over, not just with Tony, and always managed to stay on top of any potential debts. Behind me was a tangled web made of steel twine where there was a myriad of figures who owed me favors. I never set a due date, never threatened, and in many cases, the things I offered others often seemed like they were getting the better deal.

Other changes had occurred as well: Sunny took a break from her usual adventuring and I wanted to make sure I had everything I needed to prepare for the upcoming development in my life. However, that particular night when I had just questioned Tony’s methods, I sat on a shelf with a wine bottle in my hand. Soon, that sit turned to a lay, as my legs slid down, with one leg hanging off from the shelf and dangled onto the floor.

“A whole bottle of wine? Really?” One of Tony’s men thought I was ridiculous, as the others cheered over beef stew and pancakes, served with glasses of champagne.

I took a large gulp, then a chug from the wine bottle, then waved it around, already in a sort of buzzed trance.

“It’s what the man wants,” Tony told his associates.

“But boss, you’re really gonna give him that whole thing after he just told you off?”

“That man has done more for me these past couple years than some of you chumps!” He pointed.

That hardly seems fair, I thought. I’m sure they all pulled their weight as well.

“Despite not being one of us, he’s family. I love him like a brother,” Tony went on. “Brothers, we fight sometimes, we have disagreements. But then we hug, we kiss, we sing the blues. Capisce?

I cackled an unbecoming laugh.

“You know what they say about wine, right?” I looked around the room. As I recall, everyone was somewhat of a blur.

“What?” One asked.

“It’s all just sour grapes anyway!” I howled with laughter, then covered my face as it soon turned to heavy breaths.

“You know…” I heaved out the words as if they were my last gasping breath. “My wife, Sunny, she’s six months pregnant. We got a kid on the way and everything. It’s exciting…”

I began to look inward, away from the rest of them, my arm still over my face and my face toward the wall.

“Damn it, Ray! What are you doing still helpin’ me out when you’re gonna have a kid to take care of? Let me tell you from experience: family’s the most important thing.”

“I had to ensure that I had all the resources I needed,” I explained, still just a little vague.

“Anything you needed, Ray, I would’ve given it to you. No questions asked. I thought we were close enough for you to know that.”

“Thank you, Tony. I think I’ll put all these deal makings behind me and settle down,” I should’ve told him. My reply instead was:

“Do you know how Sunny and I first met?” I asked, to no one at all and in response, no one answered. I started to sob, a total salt fountain which ran down my face. The sound I then made was between a laugh and a sob.

“...That’s the thing: I can’t remember,” I finished the punchline.

For the record, after I sobered up some, I had no problem recollecting how Sunny and I met, but the truth was, no one needed some elaborate story. It wasn’t some magical or even ridiculous thing. It was just mundane. Nothing worth mentioning.

Just a couple nights later, I was situated on the floor of the diner along with Sunny seated behind me. Back then, it was less common for the diner to lack customers, but I recall that particular night being relieved for it.

“You know, I think once Elodie is born, I’ll call it quits with making all these deals and settle down,” I told her as I took a puff from my joint.

“If that’s what you wanna do,” she replied.

“What about you? It’s not like you can go right back to adventuring as soon as she’s born,” I pointed out.

“Who says? I’ve always hated the notion that couples have to stop having fun once they have a kid,” she countered.

“Gonna carry her on your back while you go mountain climbing?” I posed the idea.

“Sure, why not?” Without hesitation came her reply, sounding enthusiastic at the very notion.

I took another puff.

“Neither of us are fit to be parents. What are we doing? Why did we agree this was a good idea?”

“Because it sounds like fun!” She answered with glee.

“I guess you’d be the judge, seeing as you’re the one that’s pregnant.”

I tried to imagine all the kicks and morning sickness and strange cravings. No idea how she came to find any of that fun, but to her it must have seemed like just another adventure.

“I’m fine if you want to go off and do your own thing,” I assured her. “I could stay and watch her. I think at least for the first year, it would be good for you to be there as well, but I trust your judgment.”

“You know, I know I shouldn’t, but I do. I worry about our future,” Sunny confided. “What with you saying you’re going to stay home all the time, I’m worried we’re going to live like our only function will be to take care of someone else, and I don’t know, that makes me feel like we’re getting old. I don’t just wanna resign myself to that.”

“Everyone ages,” I reminded her. “Even journeys have to come to an end. There’s a beauty to that, too, y’know?”

“What about us? Are we going to get old?”

I didn’t know why she was turning to me for wisdom, and I for one had none to offer. All I had were little quips.

“We’ll age like fine wine,” I told her.

It was hard to believe that so much time had passed. I leaned up from my desk and pulled out the photo gallery on my phone. While I scrolled through the sea of photos, I cycled through ones of Elodie. Both the ones from the six years that I had known her and a few from her year hears after that Violette had sent me. How I wish I had been there for all of those years. Although now I feel it was the right call, back during those first six years, it really seemed like I could commit to such a life.

Sure, there were all the challenges that came with parenting, and that went without saying. But I was patient. I had little trouble keeping my cool. Her cries and her anger could be louder than the howls of winter, but then her smiles and laughter made it all worth it. I’d draw and color with her, read her stories, show her how to cook. It felt great to be able to teach someone else things like that. Things other than schemes and dirty business. Sometimes I worry that I’ve been using Tigershark as a substitute to replace Elodie, which was just the thing I wanted to avoid, but at the same time, it was impossible to avoid the desire to keep a child safe and ensure their well being.

Maybe I missed my chance to reconnect with my daughter. Yes, there was the call at the hospital, but all signs pointed to that being way too little and way too late. Since then, nothing new. I’ve considered mailing her a gift or a card for her birthday, but nothing was planned.

In my mind was a “what if” where Elodie had continued to live with Sunny and I. What kind of bright person would she turn out to be? For that matter, I envisioned a thriving customer base where the diner was always busy. Food always coming and going. Maybe there wouldn’t have been a Tigershark, but she could have visited the diner from time to time with her parents, who were still alive and well. I would have gotten to meet her by another name and the three would be happy with each other. Or angry. But together, and that was the important thing.

...But all that was wishful thinking. I had to remind myself that.

After the decision to have Elodie live with Sunny’s sister, the diner grew quieter.

There were still customers, still the usual chatter, but it all sounded like the hums of elevator music. I had built six years of my life around trying to be a certain type of person, and now I couldn’t be that person anymore. What kind of person could I be, then? What was I to do? That answer didn’t quite come, though I tried to go on as owner of my diner, serving customers and being a friendly face. Sunny went back to going on her little adventures, searching for treasures and being away for months on end. It didn’t take her long after Elodie was gone. To her, she couldn’t just sit in regret, as she felt that wasn’t very productive. At least if negative feelings started to manifest, she could distract herself from them with travel. If that worked for her, great. As for me, I tried to return to my old life as well. It was all I could think to do.

I’d devise great plans, like the ales in the basement underneath the diner. Also underneath the diner, past the barrels of various liquors was a passageway which led to the airport. None of that existed until after Elodie’s departure. All of that either came from the money I had accrued from the deals I made, or a direct result of one. Not to mention the scam I pulled on that billionaire who gave away his private airline to me as well.

Much of it came to serve the purpose of the eventual request system which would come about. Inspired because of the various gossip I would catch while serving the patrons their meals. Sometimes it would just be rubbish about friends and lovers, but other times, there would be talks of unexplained and supernatural phenomenon. Soon a system came into place where I would offer to investigate such rumors and find explanations or solutions in exchange for large sums of money or other rewards.

Disregarding the logistics of how such a system functioned, if its purpose was for me to stave off boredom as well as gain resources, then it served its purposes. But despite all of that, things were different now and I didn’t know what made them different other than the fact that they were.

I got up out of my desk. All that dwelling sure did take a toll. No wonder Sunny preferred not to dwell on things. Sunny and exhaustion went together about as well as a penguin in an Egyptian pyramid.

Back at the front of the diner, the good ol’ Sunflower herself sat at the same booth I left her in. She looked out the window at the white, blanketed landscape with a smile on her face. As I approached the table to greet her, I noticed a note in crude handwriting written on a napkin as well as a stack of cash. I picked up the note and thought to myself, it makes sense that Aurora’s handwriting wouldn’t be very good, but I still appreciate the sentiment. On the note, it read:

“Chin up, Buttercup!

- Aurora B.”

“Was this addressed to you or I?” I asked Sunny, pointing at the note.

“You,” her voice soft and wispy. “I told her how you’ve been having a rough time since leaving the hospital and that you’re usually more relaxed.”

“Heh,” I smiled while pocketing the note and cash. “Maybe I misjudged her.”

“Nah,” she chuckled. “You judged her about right. She can be fun to be around, but also crude and boorish.”

That caused me to let out a little chuckle as well.

“You’re right: those kind of people can be fun. I have a feeling I’ll run into her again.”

Of course, it wouldn’t be right away. However, the door did open up as someone rushed in.

“Brr...so cold!” Demetria shifted into the diner, arms folded and giving off the appearance of a green popsicle.

“You’ve been here a while,” I pointed out to her.

“Doesn’t mean I’m used to it,” she complained.

Now that just leaves the other one. However, that may be a while later, as she took a plane after Demetria had already left.

Demetria took her seat at the booth with Sunny on the opposite end of the table.

“So, how’d it go?” Sunny asked.

“Not Rhea. Someone with purple hair,” Demetria answered.

I see. Well, I suppose purple is easy to mistake for blue in the moonlight. As for me, I’m done with looking for signs of life in the dead.

“I’m exhausted, mind if I lay my head here and rest?” She looked my way and asked me.

“There’s no customers around, feel free,” I gave her the approval, and that was all she needed to lower her head into her arms.

It wasn’t long after that Remora arrived. About an hour or so later, much sooner than expected. I spent my time cleaning around the dining area as a means to keep myself occupied, so I managed to look up and catch her as she walked in. She also shivered her way in and complained of the cold, but I knew that couldn’t be helped no matter the climate.

One thing which surprised me, though, was when she looked over and saw Demetria asleep at the booth.

“Aww,” she commented. “You know, I never noticed how cute she can be until recently.”

“Excuse me?” I blinked, surprised to hear such a thing from her.

“You know, like, objectively speaking,” she clarified, though to me, it didn’t clarify a thing.

“Objectively would mean that you find her as cute as some find babies cute, or puppies, or a cartoon character. Which, not everyone finds babies, puppies, or cartoons cute, so even then, it’s not objective.”

“I think puppies are objectively cute,” she countered. “But also she is objectively cute, to me.”

“Then that would be subjective,” I corrected. “Is there something going on?”

“It’s nothing,” she deflected.

“Are you sure?”

“It can’t be anything, so it’s nothing.”

“I see.” It sure didn’t seem like any sudden developments happened, but then again, I wasn’t around her all of the time to observe. Especially as of late, I haven’t been paying such close attention.

“Even if it is opinion and not fact, it is an honest opinion which I feel no harm in acknowledging,” she elaborated. Again, I wasn’t sure if it helped me understand.

“Would you like me to make you anything to eat?” I offered.

“Elk steak? I am a little hungry and I never realized how much things cost money when you don’t have money.”

“Sure thing.”

I got to work in the kitchen. Tigershark must have been in her room at that point. Doing what, I wasn’t sure. As I prepared the steak, I thought of the events which brought me to meeting Remora. How things have culminated all this time.

It was at the diner, just a couple years back, when I heard the name Rhea Flection. Tony was seated with his husband Al (short for Alphonse). In Tony’s hands was his favorite: Sloppy Joe pancakes. All that beefy mess and fluffy pancake on his face. It came as an insult to my cooking abilities, but I did like to put a smile on the face of an old friend. Al looked disgusted the whole time, but still listened with intent to what Tony had to say:

“You hear? People been sayin’ that Rhea might be alive after all. She probably is, too. Faked her death, I reckon. Thought she could evade judgment, but I haven’t forgotten the massacre she brought on my family. Reduced such a great empire to just a few people in the blink of an eye. That I cannot forgive. If I can kill her myself, get my revenge, restore honor to our family, I don’t know what I’d do. Throw a pizza party, maybe?”

I interrupted before Al could get a word in.

“What’s all this about, Tony?” I asked as I served him more water.

“You wouldn’t understand, Ray. It’s time travel stuff.”

“Try me. I’m down for some intrigue, all the same.”

“All right, here goes: so as you know, the Falsetto family used to be massive, until one day it wasn’t. This inter-dimensional contract killer was assigned to wipe out the entire family. Now, I get it, a job’s a job, but the massacre, my brothers, sisters, godfathers, all gone in a blink of an eye. Not too long ago, word got out that she died while assigned to take out a target placed by an inter-dimensional company called The Flashbulb. Don’t bother looking them up, they’re gone now. Weren’t all that noteworthy in the grand scheme of things, anyway. But now I’m told she’s alive, and up here, no less.”

“Would you like me to find out if the rumors are true?” I offered.

His eyes lit up.

“You would do that? For me? Of course you would, who am I kidding? Just don’t get any ideas and kill her yourself. Most of the times I’ve had you take out people, it was strictly business, but this is something I have to do myself. It’s personal. Understand? If you see her, let me know.”

I nodded. So far, I didn’t have very high expectations, but that would soon change.

“Do you have any information about her so I know what to look for?” I had to dig for a nugget of something, some kind of clue.

From out of his tuxedo, he pulled out an envelope with sheets of paper detailing her background and personality, along with pictures for reference.

“There’s also a file on her that The Flashbulb made, but it’s mostly rubbish. Reads more like a conversation two brothers have over coffee, dig?”

“Got it,” I replied.

Later that night, I looked through those papers and all of the things I read just intrigued me more. Down to her blunt nature, tendency to take things literally, and always feel cold no matter what, I couldn’t help but form an image of a complex, but overall marvelous person.

Sunny was around as well, so I showed the papers off to her as well.

“Look at this, Sunny: this is a rumor among rumors. She’s supposed to be dead in some city, but apparently she’s alive, and here, no less.”

Sunny, too, was excited.

“Hey, she sounds awesome! Just my type of gal! Maybe if you meet her, you can get her to help us with these requests. I’m sure she’d make quick work of them.”

Yes, that was a thought. Just the idea I had as well.

My obsession grew from there as I thought that meeting such a person was just the thing I needed to pull me out of my slump the past few years. I recall showing off such information to Cybele, which she zoned out from the entire time. Couldn’t say I blamed her. Then, there was my good friend, Dr. Shirley Cole.

“Look!” I pointed to the papers as I rushed into her office, the hospital at the time being a little more lively. Well, as lively as a place full of sick and injured people could get. “This is just the thing I need!”

I proceeded to explain what Tony had told me along with the contents of the papers and the intention to recruit her, if she existed. After I was done, Shirley gave her reply.

“So you’re obsessed with some woman? Aren’t you already married?” She questioned.

“That’s not it!” I exclaimed. “This is about a famed assassin! Well, obscure to most people, but famous in her own right!”

She shook her head.

“This obsession can’t be good for you. Take it from me, I used to have a celebrity crush on Danny DeVito when I was younger, but then after sending him thousands of fan letters he sent one back simply with the word ‘stop’. That’s when I knew I had taken it too far, so I had to dial back my love for Danny DeVito. But at the time, could you blame me? I mean, it’s Danny DeVito. I’m pretty sure most people have had a crush on Danny DeVito once or twice.”

I blinked as I tried to process the story she relayed to me.

“I don’t think anyone but you has had a crush on Danny DeVito,” I pointed out. “Anyway, no, it’s not a crush. I’m just imagining how exciting it could be.”

She waved her finger as she paced around the room.

“I would advise you not to pursue this. Even if such a person exists and you meet her, I doubt she would be pleased to be solicited by a stranger.”

“I don’t doubt it at all,” I replied. “I know she wouldn’t be pleased. That’s why I’ve implanted a chip which should help against her bullets, though it does make me feel a little numb at times.”

She just continued to wag her finger and shake her head.

“Ray, you’re worrying me. Please at the very least be careful.”

“I am careful! I’ve been in dangerous situations like this plenty of times!”

But when it came time to meet such a person, I wasn’t careful. Yes, I was prepared, but I just didn’t care. Even though I found what I thought I was looking for, it ended up not being what I expected, and more than that, I didn’t know how to feel about this Remora person. But now, after spending as much time around her as I have, I think I have grown to love her in much the same way I love Tony.

I’m sorry, Tony, but whether or not Remora was the one who was the cause of your misfortune, I cannot allow you to kill her. Nor would I want her to kill you.

When I brought out the steak, Demetria was awake and chatting with Remora.

“So, did you meet her?” Remora asked her.

“Yes. I think I understand you a little better now,” came Demetria’s reply. “But that said, whatever life you had in the past is irrelevant to me. What matters is the person I met.”

Remora nodded, almost seeming pleased, but added, “even so, my past informs who I am now.”

Dear lord, how I wish I had gotten the context, yet even then, I felt it better not to pry. The me of just a couple years ago would have been all too interested, but now I just wanted to want what I already had.

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( I wrote this based off where I work and stuff. Nothing specific but it does take place in Beach City. Just imagine some retail/grocery store in Beach City lol)

Balloons (a spinel x reader fic)

It was 3pm. The sky was a light blue, the air a nice breeze; not too cold, but not too warm, and the sun was shining lovely rays through it all. Sunny, autumn weather. The type of weather to jump in a pile of leaves, or go the fair with some friends. You could be out enjoying it all, however, you were trapped in this hell hole you called a job.

Well, hell-hole was a bit much. The job sucked, sure, but there was some good too it. You got things at a discount, people could bring in service animals or regular pets, so, that always brightened your day. And the job also allowed you to have a certain someone accompany you when you just weren’t able to leave her by herself.

Suddenly you heard a cat-call whistle from your right.

“Well, hello nurse~” the voice purred.

“Too bad I don’t see a price tag on you! I’d definitely take you home with me! Hold the receipt!”

You rolled your eyes at Spinel who leaned against your register, winking at you.

“Spinel, you see me everyday.” You tried to suppress your smile.

“And everyday feels like the first time~” The pink gem sighed lovingly leaning her head on the conveyer belt. It triggered the censor causing her head to move along with it before her head hit your register.

“Ow.”

You covered your mouth to hide your snicker.

This was one of the good parts about work. Since people in beach city seemed to be nicer than the average joe, your manager was more than understanding about your situation with Spinel. He allowed you off on some of her worsts days when she really couldn’t handle being home, but ultimately he allowed her to accompany you to work, just so long as you stayed focus and she didn’t cause too much trouble.

It was a nice deal. You and Spinel were able to enjoy each other’s company while you worked, and her being there was definitely entertaining.

You shook your head as you watched Spinel rub her head, pouting slightly.

“What just happened would be avoided if stood behind my register and not in line,” you said as you ran your hand through her hair.

“Well, you stand in line if you wanna buy something right?” Spinel smile at you.

“Oh, really, and just what do you wanna buy with my money?”

Spinel smile even wider as she handed you a little baggy of latex balloons.

You sighed mentally. Ever since Spinel learned your store blew up balloons with the helium tank reserved for it, she practically became obsessed. Ever since she first accompanied you to the store she would take a balloon with her every time you both left from your shift, which you would have to run back and immediately pay for.

She stopped soon after you explained that not could the apartment only house so many balloons, but also that buying a balloon everyday was starting to rack up in money.

But that didn’t mean her love of balloons ever ceased.

“You know I can’t blow these up with the helium tank, right? I can only do the ones on display.”

“I know! I just wanna try somethin’ with ‘em.”

You looked at her skeptically.

“It’s not bad I promise! Look, I have it all thought out, doll face!” Spinel waved her hands. “These have 15 in a pack, I can blow em up myself, and you can do so much more with these than the others!”

It’s not that you didn’t trust Spinel, it was more of the fact, trouble seemed to just find her. And even the most innocent tasks of buying her balloons made you second guess.

But the way she used those pink puppy dog eyes along with batting her eyelashes was enough to sway you into scanning the balloons and shoving your own debit card into the chip reader.

“Now move, you’re holding up my line.” You teased tossing the items to her.

After few minutes passed from you tending to other customers, you turned back to look at Spinel.

You watched as she happily tore open the plastic bag that held the balloons. She pulled out a long pink balloon and stretched it out before inhaling loudly and blowing into the latex. It stretched out and you realized that those weren’t regular latex balloons.

They were too long and none too circular.

Spinel tied the end of the balloon into a knot before slowly but carefully beginning to twist and turn the pink balloon in different knots before exclaiming:

“Ta-dah!!”

You blinked in amazement.

“It’s a bunny!” She explained handing it to you.

“I-I know what it is... since when could you make balloon animals? Did they have these at home world...?” You asked hesitantly.

“Oh no!” Spinel blew up another balloon next before using it to tap her chin.

“I think it was a couple of days ago. You were sleeping. I had one hand holding the phone and the other wrapped around you, of course,”

Your cheeks slightly flushed as she continued to talk.

“I was searching stuff like balloons and I saw that not only do so many different balloons exist but you can make em into stuff! Like this!” She showed you another balloon animal; another bunny, this time blue.

You gave her a bemused look as you took the second bunny.

“Got anymore tricks?” You asked.

She blew up another animal balloon, once more a bunny, but this time yellow.

“I may have only watched videos on how to make bunnies...” she admitted making you laugh.

She’s so cute in the easiest of ways...

“Well, thanks. Here, you can watch some more tutorials on my phone while I’m working. I’m not using it anyway.”

“Don’t mind if I do! Thanks, toots!” She smiled giving you a peck on the cheek before you turned back to your register.

You greeted the elderly customer who smiled back at you as she finished setting her groceries on the conveyor belt.

About three more customers passed. It was almost 3:40pm.

“Yes, almost quitting time.” You sighed stretching your arms over your head.

You were about to tell Spinel before another customer came up to your register.

A young lady, who looked pretty tired. You watched as she tried to stop her little girl in her shopping cart (around the years of 2 or 3) from hitting things on your register with a wooden spoon.

She looked at you apologetically but you just smiled and asked her how her day was going.

“Long.” She breathed out before making you both chuckle. She continued to place her items on the machine and you bagged them with speed, very eager to leave.

“Alright, your total is $32.50.” You told her. You watched as she pulled out her wallet before you noticed the toddler still holding the spoon.

“Did you get the spoon from here, ma’am?” You asked.

The lady looked up before looking back at her daughter. “Oh, yes, we did, I’m sorry. Sweetheart give the nice lady the spoon.”

“But... but I wan’ it.”

Here we go...

“She’ll give it right back sweetie, I promise!”

The toddler looked at you, and you internally cringed.

You could see it, the tiny hands balling into fists, the mistiness in her eyes, the frown along with the pink hue that formed on her face.

Here comes the tantrum.

The toddler kicked her legs as she started to scream, fresh tears streaming from her face. You were used to this, babies and tots just couldn’t comprehend the fact that you were just trying to do your job. You were used to the little pouts and glares you would receive, only to turn into smiles once you did, in fact, give the item back to them.

However, this kid was determined not to give you the spoon. Which wasn’t even a toy you might add.

If only you had the scanner gun like other store had.

“Hey, there, little lady! What’s the matta?” You heard Spinel ask from your right.

The girl stopped crying and hiccuped out a response.

“I wan’ the spoon...” she said before pouting at you. Somehow, you felt guilty.

“Well, here, hows about we do a trade? You give the nice lady here, the spoon and I’ll give you this!” Spinel smiles revealing a pink and yellow balloon flower.

“A pretty flower for a pretty gal, like yourself!”

The girl who had stars in her eyes all but thrusted her arm with the spoon at you before Spinel handed her the balloon. Quickly you scanned the item and handed it back to the little girl as the mother began to pay her total.

“There, see, now you have the flower AND the spoon!” Spinel booped her on the noise making her giggle.

“Now, what do we say?” The young mother looked at her daughter, gently.

“Tank you.” She smiled looking at you and then spinel.

The mother waved and gave a silent “thanks” as well before she strolled off with her cart of groceries and he daughter.

You quickly turned off your light before anymore crying kids could come up to your line.

“Wow, you’re better with human kids than me.” You turned back to the pink gem.

“Well, makin’ smiles was what I was made for! Though, It’s a little easier to make kids happy then the diamonds anyway.” She muttered rubbing the back of her head softy.

You took notice of the sadden look on her face.

“Well, with just one action you made three people happy. You made the little girl happy, her mom, and you made me very happy everyday. So, thank you.” You gave her a kiss on the nose.

“A-aw, gee, what are friends for?” She blushed, hands behind her back, moving her foot sheepishly.

You smiled. “C’mon. I gotta clock out in the back and then we can go home. We’ll Watch even more balloon animal tutorials.”

Spinel smiled as she grabbed your hand, the other holding on the balloons she bought.

“Sounds like a great way to spend the day, toots!”

End.

(Yeah, that’s all I got.)

#spinel #spinel x reader #spinel is babey #balloons #self indulgent shit

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wwoww-au · 4 years

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Five Friends

Mark held the door open for his friends as they exited the restaurant. It was a bright, sunny day, just like any other. The restaurant door closed slowly behind the group, cutting off the chatter coming from inside. They moved off to the side so they could still stand and talk without getting in the way of the door, or anyone else moving down the busy city street. Downtown Los Angeles in the afternoon was filled to the brim with people headed to a million different destinations.

“That was fun, guys, but I have to get going,” Mark said, checking his watch. “I want to practice my monologue a couple more times before the audition. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous.” His smile wavered.

“You’re going to do great.” Amy pulled him into a hug.

“You think so?” The others joined in on the hug and rattled off their own words of encouragement, finally earning a confident smile from Mark. He pulled back. “Yeah, I got this! I’ll be the best leading man they’ve ever seen! Thank you, guys!” He backed away, giving one last wave to his friends before disappearing down a side street.

The small group continued to walk down the city street, exchanging idle conversation. A few minutes into their walk, however, Tyler stopped dead in his tracks. The rest of the group followed suit.

“Tyler, what’s wrong?” Amy asked.

“I heard a weird noise back there,” Tyler replied absentmindedly as he turned and took a few paces back, leaning into an alleyway in search of the source of the noise. When he got there, he saw a strange man with wild pink hair and a matching mustache, lying in a heap among the contents of an overturned trash can. He held tight onto a stick in his left hand. A few pink bubbles floated overhead. “Oh my gosh, are you okay?”

“Never better!” The man hopped up with a smile, trotting over and shaking Tyler’s hand. “Now tell me, friend, where am I? And what year is it?”

“What year is… what? Uh… Los Angeles. 2020."

"Really? That’s wonderful! Same place two portals in a row! And only a year off from the last portal! It must be a sign.” He happily twirled the thing in his hand. Now that he was closer, Tyler could see it wasn’t a stick, but an intricately carved piece of wood with a golden handle.

“Tyler,” Kathryn said cautiously, she and the other two next to him now, staring at the other man with the same confusion. “Who is this?”

“Allow me to introduce myself!” The man gave a little bow. “My name is Wilford Warfstache, pleased to make your acquaintance.”

“I’m Tyler,” he spoke carefully, still wary of this unusual stranger. “These are my friends; Amy, Ethan, and Kathryn.” The others gave half-hearted greetings. “Why were you in the trash?”

Wilford shrugged. “Who knows? I can never really tell where I’ll end up with these portals.”

“Portals?” Ethan chimed in.

“You know, those swirly things that help people get from place to place. Or from time to time in my case. Wait-” Wilford adjusted his glasses and squinted. “You folks aren’t wizards.”

“Wizards?” Ethan said. “Sorry, but you aren’t making any sense.”

“Maybe he hit his head when he fell into the trash,” Tyler muttered.

“I did hit my head, but that’s beside the point. I’m a time wizard!”

“Somehow I don’t believe you,” Amy said, crossing her arms.

“Mundanes, always so skeptical,” Wilford shook his head. He raised the wand in hand, swirling it in the air. The group of mundanes stared in awe as a small mass of pink bubbles and golden sparks formed to Wilford’s right, swirling until a small portal floated in the air. He then shoved his arm all the way to his shoulder into the portal, fishing around for a moment before retrieving a glass filled with an iridescent liquid. The portal closed with a little pop.

“What is that?” Kathryn was the first to break the stunned silence.

“This is a martini,” Wilford tried to take a sip from the glass, only to miss his mouth entirely and spill it on his yellow shirt.

“That’s not like any martini I’ve seen before,” Tyler stared at the liquid, which seemed to change color in the afternoon sunlight.

“Sounds about right,” he hummed. “Wizard booze is different from the boring stuff you mundanes drink. It has more pizazz. Tastes better, too.” After another failed attempt at drinking the martini, he shrugged and lifted the wand again. Another bubbling portal opened and Wilford plunged his hand inside, which was followed immediately by the sound of shattering glass. He made an odd face, rummaging around the portal a little longer. He pulled his hand out, the miniature portal closing with a pop behind him. “Ah! I was wondering where I left this!” He beamed, examining the object in his hand.

Tyler leaned in to get a better look at the object in Wilford’s hand, jumping back when he recognized it. “Is that a gun?”

“A flintlock pistol, yes.” Wilford held it up for the rest to see, aimlessly waving it around as he spoke. “The kind used by pirates for boarding action. Got into a real nasty duel with this back in the 1670s, this massive pirate thought I was trying to steal his treasure. Imagine me, stealing treasure! Ridiculous. I would’ve won that duel, too, had I not fallen back into the cannon and gotten shot off the ship,” He smiled at the memory. “Good times.”

“Can you stop waving that thing around!?” Ethan ducked to the side as the wizard casually gestured towards him with the pistol. “You’re gonna get someone killed!”

“Don’t be so skittish. It’s not loaded, see?” Wilford pointed the gun towards the air, pulling the trigger without a second thought. Instead of a gunshot, however, a great bolt of gold sparks shot out, racing high into the air before exploding like a firework. A few pink bubbles and colorful pieces of confetti lazily floated down in its wake. The four mundanes stared up in awe; meanwhile, Wilford shook the pistol, lifting his rose-tinted glasses to peer down the barrel of it with one eye. “Huh, I guess it was loaded.”

Kathryn reached up, poking at one of the bubbles as it floated through the air. It dissolved into glitter when she touched it. “So does this mean..” She paused for a minute to gather her words, glancing around at her friends and then back at Wilford. “Magic is real? I thought that kind of stuff only existed in stories.”

“Of course it’s real! But don’t worry about not knowing about it, friend. The folks at the Wizard Committee are really adamant about the whole ‘keep magic secret because some mundanes get really freaked out about it and might try to kill us all’ thing. Not you guys, though. You seem very nice."

"Wizard Committee?”

“Oh yeah, it’s all the people in charge of the wizarding world. A bunch of stuck up pricks if you ask me.” Wilford shrugged, before tucking the pistol and the Time Wand into the pockets of his trenchcoat. “But who cares about their silly little rules anyways?”

“WARFSTACHE!”

“Ah, that’s who.”

The small group of friends all turned to see who they assumed was another wizard marching towards them. Tyler and Amy instinctively moved in front of the rest of the group, Tyler crossing his arms in a move he hoped would be intimidating to the angry stranger.

They came face to face with Tyler, clutching the cane in their hand with a knuckle white grip. “Move.”

“Hey, Dark…” Wilford peered out from behind the two mundanes. “Nice to see you! No hard feelings about the portal incident back in Incantation, I hope. I was only trying to-”

“Shut up,” Dark snapped. “You’re under arrest.”

“What? Why?” Amy said. “Is this because he showed us magic?”

“No, it’s because-” they paused. “You showed these mundanes magic?”

“Calm down,” Wilford placed his arms around the two in front of him. “We were just having a little fun. No harm in letting some common folks see the magic in the world.”

“No harm? What about that time you nearly got us burned at the stake in Europe? Or that time a mob chased us in Salem?”

“Exactly! What fun times! Or that time in Greece-”

“We promised to never talk about Greece.”

“I’m sorry,” Kathryn cut in. “Do you two know each other? I thought you were a wizard cop or something.”

“Dark and I go way back!” Wilford perked up. “We’ve been friends since- hm, well I don’t remember but it’s been a while now. We’re always going on these crazy adventures together!”

“We are not-” they sighed, putting their head in their hand before looking back up. “We are not friends. This man is a criminal, he stole a very powerful wand from the Wizard Committee and I’m here to take it back.”

“I thought all wizards had wands,” Ethan chimed in.

“What are you- no! This isn’t some fairytale, this man is a thief!"

"But you have a wand."

"Why are we still talking about wands?! And this is a cane, by the way,” Dark objected, waving at them with the cane in their hand. They were clearly getting frustrated at this point. They took a breath in an attempt to calm down. “I know this is all really amazing, learning magic exists and all but you have to listen to me. This man is dangerous, that wand is dangerous. If you aren’t careful, someone will get hurt.”

The four mundanes went silent, shooting each other nervous glances. It was then Wilford moved past Amy and Tyler to stand in front of Dark. “And you say I’m the theatrical one. But fine,” he turned to the side, voice feigning sadness. He pulled the wand from his jacket again. “I can take a hint. If you don’t want me around I’ll just leave."

"I won’t let you get away!” Dark lunged forward, Wilford just managing to take a step out of their reach and behind the small crowd of mundanes. Dark tried shoving past them, only for Tyler to grab them and pull them away.

“You need to calm down, I’m sure we can solve this without fighting!” Kathryn said as Dark managed to wrestle out of Tyler’s grip and towards Wilford, a few red sparks beginning to fly off their fingertips.

“No! I’ve lost too many goddamn chances, I’m not letting you help him get away from me this time!” Dark shouted as a sudden surge of magic burst from their hand in the form of a small ball barreling straight toward Wilford. Everyone jumped back and just barely dodged out of the way, except for Wilford who simply tripped backward into another one of his portals which quickly closed behind him. The remaining group watched in shock as Dark stumbled to the ground, yelling in a combination of pain and frustration.

“Dude, are you okay?”

“Damn it!” Dark yelled, pulling themselves up. “No, I am not okay! Do you have any idea how long I’ve been trying to catch that thief?!” They gritted their teeth, grabbing their hand.

“Are you alright?” Ethan stepped forward. “Did you hurt yourself?”

Dark jerked back. “I’m fine,” they spat. “I swear, if I ever see any of you talking to Warfstache again, I’ll have you arrested for obstruction of justice. Now stay out of my way.” They shifted their attention from their shaking hand to their watch, which promptly started flashing red and blue. They then shoved past Ethan, slipping into the nearby alleyway.

Amy quickly followed after them, hoping to ask them a few more questions about the wizarding world; but by the time she made it in the alleyway, they were already stepping through a blue and gold portal. She managed to catch a glimpse of a shining room and a man in a blue suit before the portal disappeared altogether, taking with it her hope for answers.

Mark was sitting on his living room couch when his friends arrived, looking a little shaken. “Hey,” he stood up, sensing their unease. “Are you guys alright?”

“Yeah, everything’s alright. How’d the audition go?” Amy gave a smile.

“The audition was fine, but I can tell something’s wrong. What happened after I left?”

“That’s a long story,” Tyler mumbled. “You’re not going to believe it.”

Mark just smiled. “I’ve seen a lot of weird things in my life. Trust me, I’ll believe it.”

The four looked between each other, none of them wanted to say it. Amy sighed, speaking up. “We met a wizard.”

Mark let out a reluctant chuckle, not sure if it was a joke or not. “You met… a wizard?"

"See, you don’t believe it!” Tyler said.

“I’m not joking,” Amy continued, looking down to avoid eye contact with Mark. “This guy named Wilford with pink hair and a wand appeared out of an alleyway and said he was a wizard. Of course, we didn’t believe him at first but then he started opening these portals, it was unbelievable! Then another wizard showed up, saying Wilford was a fugitive from this Wizard Council-”

“Committee,” Kathryn cut in.

“Right, Committee, sorry. They got into a fight with magic, real magic! Wilford disappeared into a portal before the other wizard could catch him. It was insane, you probably think I’m crazy- Mark?” Amy looked up, getting a look at the man across from her.

His eyes were wide with shock, and he was no longer smiling. He backed up, sitting back down on the couch. “Oh my god…” he muttered.

“Mark, are you alright?”

“You guys are lucky, crossing a member of the Wizard Committee and not getting hurt.”

“Wait, you know about the wizards?” Ethan spoke up, exchanging glances with his friends.

Mark looked down at his hands. “It’s a long story. I can’t go into it, but there was a time in my life where I was involved with the magic world. And I was around long enough to know that you can’t trust the Committee. They’re nothing but a bunch of manipulators. They take innocent people and use them for their selfish ends before leaving them in the dirt. Only a few good ones manage to get away from their influence.”

“Well, if the Committee is as bad as you said, it’s lucky we met Wilford instead of someone else,” Ethan pointed out with an uncertain smile.

Mark didn’t smile back. “Not all wizards who leave the Committee are good, either. From your description, this Wilford guy sounds like a criminal from right before I left. He’s a murderer. He kills people without a second thought like it’s all some sick joke. I’m surprised you all made it out unscathed.”

Everyone remained silent, in shock of what Mark was telling them. “He seemed so nice…” Amy murmured.

Mark gave a smile, a quick change from his previous grim statement. “You’re all safe. That’s what really matters. Now we can put all this wizard business behind us for good and move on. Hey, I just got that new party game and I’ve been wanting to play, we could-”

“I want to know more,” Amy said.

“You- what?”

“Mark, you can’t expect me to find out that there’s a magical society of wizards out there and just pretend nothing happened. I want to know more about magic, and something tells me you know more than you’re letting on.”

“It’s too dangerous, I don’t want any of you getting hurt. Besides, even if I wanted to, it’s been years. I don’t know…” he glanced up at his friends and realized that none of them were going to drop the topic any time soon. He sighed. “You really want to know more?”

“Yes,” Amy said, the others voicing their agreement.

Mark ran a hand through his hair and sighed. “Alright, fine. I’ll teach you about the wizarding world, but you can’t tell anyone. Not even your families. It will just make you all targets for the Committee. I need you to promise me you won’t say anything.”

“I promise.”

“I prom- wait, I can’t even tell Spencer?”

“Ethan.”

“Okay, okay, I’m joking. I promise."

With that, Mark began to relax. He stood up from the couch, "Alright, let me get some old books out of the attic and I can start teaching you guys about magic. I’ll be back.” He walked across the room to the stairs, smiling to himself a little before disappearing upstairs.

#wwoww mark #wwoww teamiplier #wwoww wilford #wwoww dark #wwoww au #markiplier #darkiplier #wilford warfstache

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the-silvr-speedster · 3 years

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The Totally Crazy Adventures of the Astro Ambassadors

After they return from their six-month mission in space, Daisy, Daniel and Kora want just a bit of peace and quiet before they are shipped off on another space adventure. But Mack has other plans for them since they are needed for one more short mission. However, things might not go according to plan and without the extraction team, they have to rely on a teleporting device they’ve never used before.

Chapter 1: Just One More Adventure on AO3 or tumblr

Chapter 2: Welcome to Berhert on AO3 or tumblr

Chapter 3: The Taste of the Pristine Nature on AO3 or here ↓

Hi guys! I hope you are having a nice week despite all the stuff that is currently going on in the world. Anyway, here is another chapter that will hopefully help you get away from the reality for a little while. So sorry I didn't upload it yesterday but I was dealing with some work-related problems for the past week. I hope you'll enjoy this.

Sorry for any mistakes.

It was a hot sunny day. A light breeze was grazing the treetops of the forest. The peaceful rustling of the leaves was accompanied by a variety of animal sounds, ranging from a soft chirping and whistling to a loud screeching that carried through the forest. All the animals were minding their own business, whether it was a search for a suitable tasty lunch, a cleaning after devouring their prey, or a nap in the shadows cast by the huge trees that blocked the piercing rays of the midday sun. A small rat-like mammal sauntered its way across a small clearing and disappeared under a tree trunk.

Suddenly, bright blue light spread from the middle of the clearing and startled a flock of birds sitting on a nearby tree. The fading light revealed three figures standing in a circle around a spherical object, clearly confused by their surroundings, as could be judged by their perplexed expressions.

“Where the hell are we?” Daisy asked, frantically looking around. “This doesn't look like D.C.”

“Well, we all did think about Earth, didn't we?” Daniel spoke up while running his hand along the trunk of an enormous tree in awe.

“You guys said to think about home,” Kora spoke up from her crouched position, examining the soil.

Suddenly the trio was interrupted by a loud screeching from somewhere in the treetops.

“What was that?” Kora jumped up ready to fire an energy blast.

“I have no idea. But it definitely didn't sound friendly,” Daniel said quietly, quickly pulling out his gun from the shoulder holster and aiming it into the tree.

“Where…where’s Daisy?” Kora asked, alarmed.

Daniel spun around to look at the place he’s seen Daisy standing just a minute ago, panic filling his mind. But before he had a chance to call out her name -

“Uhm…guys?! You better see this right now,” Daisy called from somewhere behind the nearby bushes.

Daniel and Kora shared a relieved look before walking in the direction of Daisy's voice. Daniel held up some branches blocking their way and motioned for Kora to walk first before casting one last wary glance in the treetops and followed after her.

They found Daisy standing in a large hole. At least it looked like a normal hole at first but then their eyes scanned its shape and met Daisy's panicked brown eyes.

“Is that...” Daniel started but let it hang in the air.

“A footprint?” Kora piped up.

“Yeah. A really huge one,” Daisy nodded and curled her hand into a fist.

„It looks like it's from…a very big...reptile.” Daniel carefully stepped into the footprint inspecting every curve imprinted in the ground. He stopped at Daisy's side and took her hand in his in a calming manner. She loosened her fist and let him intertwine their fingers. He wasn't sure whom that gesture was supposed to calm more, Daisy or himself.

“Daydra...she said that...that the device is extremely sensitive so we have to give it a very specific command with our minds.” Daisy looked at him while a shiver ran down her spine. Something went very, very wrong.

“I thought of Earth,” Daniel said with a shrug.

“That is not very specific. I thought of HQ in D.C.” Daisy spoke up turning to face Kora.

“What? As I said, I thought of home.”

“Kora...that's...” Daisy ran her hand down her face with a sigh. “Which home?”

“Just home. Uh...but then...” Kora mumbled and the color drained from her face as she came to a realization.

“Then what?” Daisy barked out, her voice coming up a few octaves.

“I... I thought of the Afterlife in my original timeline and mom...” Kora carefully looked up at Daisy who was looking at her incredulously. She threw her arms up and started to pace around agitatedly. “I just got distracted by the memory, OK?! I was trying so much to concentrate which was really hard with the soldiers coming for us!”

“Kora,” Daniel said warily as he exchanged a worried look with Daisy upon hearing some rustling in the bushes behind Kora.

“But I was so nervous about the whole situation and...” Kora ignored him and continued in her rambling.

“Kora! Be quiet!” Daisy whisper-yelled at her.

“...I didn't want to mess up...”

The bush behind Kora parted and an animal with the size of a large turkey emerged out of it. Its body was covered in feathers and it had an elongated head, a long tail and a big claw on each hindfoot. Its yellowish eyes scanned the scene in front with curiosity.

By then Kora finally noticed the warning glances Daisy and Daniel were sending her and slowly turned around to face the curious animal. Her eyes grew wide upon seeing it and she started to back away, slowly raising her hands in case she had to blast it away.

“What the hell is that?” She whispered when she reached her teammates. “Is it a bird?”

The feathered animal emitted a screeching sound exposing the row of sharp teeth in its maw.

“Or a reptile?” Daniel whispered back.

Daisy swallowed hard as a thought occurred to her. “Or both.”

Daniel gave her a questioning look but they were soon distracted by the animal which now clearly lost its interest in them, probably by considering them to be too big to be a potential lunch. It screeched again and disappeared into the bush.

“I hope it didn't go fetch the reinforcements,” Daniel noted and turned towards Daisy while his gun remained securely in his hand. “What did you mean by it being both a bird and a reptile?”

Daisy looked at him in thought, then she scanned the flora around them again. Her eyes landed on a huge tree-like fern towering above them and then looked past it, deeper into the forest.

“I think we are on Earth, after all. We all thought of it. But we didn't think about the same location or...time for that matter,” she looked pointedly at Kora.

“Hey! It's not-”

“Shut it!” Daisy sighed, frustrated. “I think the device got confused by that and we ended up here.”

“Where is here?” Daniel asked apprehensively, not really wanting to know the answer.

“In the past. But the very, very…very far past. God…I think we are in the age of the dinosaurs.”

“But that was hundreds of millions of years ago!” Kora spoke up in shock.

There was quiet among the teammates while they let the words sink in, leaving only the sound of the breeze rustling the leaves around them and the distant cries of some animals.

“We can just jump out of here right now, no problem,” Daisy pointed out, seeing their panicked faces. “Let's just use the device again.”

“Okay. Let's get back to it.” Daniel snapped out of the shock first and led the way back to the clearing they arrived at.

“This time we just have to think about the exact same location and time, understood?” Daisy ordered, looking behind her at Kora pointedly. Her sister seemed rather quiet now but nodded in understanding. Daisy was about to say something else when she suddenly ran straight into Daniel's back.

“What the...” She looked at him confused as he stood there frozen and then followed his line of sight until-

“Where is it? Where is the device?” She asked anxiously, stepping on the clearing, looking around.

“It was right here.” Daniel pointed at a small dent in the ground before crouching down inspecting it. “Are those claw marks?”

Hearing that, Daisy joined him on the ground. “You want to say…that thing took our only way out of here?”

“It did look like a big egg,” he noted with a sigh.

Daisy plopped down and ran her hand through her hair agitatedly. A humorless laugh escaped her lips, her eyes fixed on the dent in the ground.

Daniel put his hand on her shoulder and squeezed lightly before he sat down too, his eyes never leaving her face.

Kora remained standing nearby, looking at her feet with slouched shoulders.

“We are screwed.”

Tracking the bird-like dinosaur through the prehistoric forest turned out to be pretty hard to accomplish. The three agents were walking in line, sending cautious glances in all directions. Daniel took the lead, searching for more claw marks to point them in the right direction, Daisy was trailing behind him, not saying much, and Kora was last, her previous panicked expression transformed into one of awe as she took in everything around them. They were running high on adrenaline, easily startled by unexpected noises from bushes or fern growth around them.

“We just need to find a vantage point and assess the situation from there,” Daniel said with a sigh when they took a short break after two hours of unsuccessful tracking. They lost the last tracks a while ago in a particularly thick part of the undergrowth.

Kora was sitting on a fallen tree trunk, her leather jacket placed between her and Daisy. “Great. If only it wasn’t that hot,” she groaned, her previous excitement long gone, as she wiped the sweat from her forehead. “How is it gonna help us, huh? Even if we find…I don’t know…a cliff or…a suitable tree to climb up to, all we are gonna see is just more trees…but this time from above.”

Daniel sighed, his right leg placed on a tree stump, and looked at Daisy. She was leaning her elbows on her knees and her face was hidden in the palms of her hands. She took off her gauntlets and the jacket of her suit which left her only in a black tank top. Daniel’s forehead wrinkled in worry at the sight of her. She was uncharacteristically quiet.

“We should find some water first,” he suggested. The heat was wearing them down too quickly and the last thing they needed was to get dehydrated. “Maybe we’ll get lucky and find our thief there. There must be a small stream or a river or something.”

“Yeah…but also…I don’t want to catch some prehistoric bug from unfiltered water,” Kora mumbled.

“You weren’t concerned about catching a space bug from unfiltered water when we were on Orilia,” Daniel pointed out with a raised eyebrow. “Would you rather get dehydrated?”

“No,” Kora muttered and stretched her legs.

“Dais? You OK?” Daniel leaned closer to her and brushed his fingers along her forearm tenderly.

Daisy took a deep breath and looked up at him with a ghost of a smile. “I’m fine.”

“Are you ready to go?” He asked her softly, searching her eyes for an honest answer.

She gave him a small smile and nodded, standing up from the tree trunk, dusting off her trousers from dirt and pieces of plants.

“But he doesn’t ask me if I’m ready,” Kora mumbled under her breath.

Daniel sent her an amused look. “Are you ready, Kora?” He asked her with a grin and offered her his hand.

“No, I am not,” she told him and accepted his help. “But let’s go anyway,” she smiled as Daniel pulled her up. She took her jacket and fastened it around her waist while Daniel shifted his attention towards Daisy again. Kora looked at her sister in thought. She wasn’t herself and of course, Daniel could sense that something was bothering her. So, she decided she should give them some space to talk it out. “I can go first this time,” she offered.

Daniel gave her a grateful smile. “OK. Try to listen for any signs of water and watch out for insects, the more of them the closer the water source is. The same goes for animal tracks,” he informed her.

Kora nodded, thinking. “So, which way?”

“Well, we are on a slope and the water runs downhill…”

“Yeah, right,” Kora sighed, doubting her decision to lead them.

“You’ll do just fine, Kora,” Daniel assured her. “Just follow ditches or valleys. We want to find running water, less chance of bacteria in it. And…we are right behind you.”

“Fine then. Let’s go,” Kora announced with fake excitement. “If I was annoying feathered little shit who stole an egg-like object, which way would I probably go?” She asked herself quietly and choose the less steep way down.

They walked in silence for a couple of minutes, each of them lost in their own thoughts. Kora looked behind her from time to time, to check on Daisy and Daniel, but kept her eyes on the ground most of the time. She put on a brave face when she volunteered to lead them but in reality, she was freaking out. A little. The silence was unnerving. What do people say when you are going on a hike in a dense forest? Don’t go alone and don’t be quiet. You don’t want to surprise a bear and get attacked. Somehow, she doubted the same worked for dinosaurs. But who can say what works for them and what doesn’t? No one has ever met a living dinosaur before. She swallowed. She really didn’t want to be the first one to meet a giant one.

Suddenly, she felt a pinch on her forearm. There was a really big mosquito, just casually taking a sip of her blood. Kora sighed and fried it on the spot using her powers. Not a minute later, there was another pinch on her shoulder. She cursed and fried that little bastard too. A thought occurred to her then. Mosquitoes equal water. They must be getting closer to a stream or something. She stopped for a while and listened. She couldn’t hear any sounds of running water so either there must be a lake or a pond or the mosquitoes prefer small dents in the trees filled with water. She scanned the ground for any tracks. She found some smaller ones in the mud and there seemed to be some kind of a path. If animals frequent this way, it has to lead somewhere, she thought.

“Have you found anything?” Daniel spoke from behind her, curious.

“Maybe,” she mused. “Come on, we’ll see soon enough.”

Daniel watched as Kora walked further away before he and Daisy followed after her. They walked side by side, their hands brushing from time to time. They were both on high alert, casting worried glances into the dense undergrowth but for Daniel, the thick foliage wasn’t the only source of his worries.

“So, what period do you think we traveled to?” He asked Daisy casually.

“I have no idea,” she answered briefly, looking sideways.

“I hope it’s not like in those movies you showed me,” he muttered, hoping to get her talking more.

“The Jurassic Park series?” She let out a small laugh. “No, they exaggerated quite a lot in them. Many dinosaurs didn’t look like they actually did in reality. Some were made bigger, scarier. Like the one who stole the teleporting device. I think it was a raptor. I’m not sure, though. In the movies, they were much bigger. Featherless. But some…were pretty on point,” she sighed and looked behind them.

“What do you mean?” Daniel asked hazily.

“I mean…if we are indeed in North America as we wanted to be and not…Asia, thanks to Kora, there is at least one dinosaur I’d like to evade. Well, depending on the period we are in. That one is as scary as it was in the movies. I’m getting goosebumps only from thinking about that one,” she ran her hands over her arms in a nervous manner. “I’m not even gonna say its name out loud. I brought us enough bad luck as it is.”

Daniel sighed. “So, that’s what this is about, huh?”

“What?” Daisy looked at him, confused.

“You being all quiet and…resigned,” he explained with an edge to his voice, staring intently at her. “You are blaming yourself for this mess, once again.”

She remained silent, not even looking at him. He took that as a confirmation. Her long locks were falling into her face, hiding her sad expression from him.

“Daisy,” he sighed and took her hand in his. “You’ve got to stop doing that every time something goes wrong.”

“I am the team leader, commander of Zephyr Three. There is no one else to blame but me,” she burst out, locking her eyes with his as she stopped walking. “I am…not a good leader, Daniel.”

“Where is this coming from? Daisy, you are a great leader. I’d follow you anywhe-”

“Yeah, but you are not being objective. Neither is Kora so don’t even look at her,” Daisy told him raising her voice, taking her hand from his. “How many times the mission went to hell in the past six months? We were given this big responsibility, exploring space, being emissaries, finding new allies. How many times we almost started a war instead? One time is too much.”

“Daisy-”

“No! Augus was right!” Daisy called out raising her hands in defeat. “One does not simply bring a weapon of mass destruction to a meeting about alliance!” She sighed and shook her head. “Did I just use that meme quote from Lord of the…” she mumbled to herself. “You know what, whatever. Look at this,” she motioned around them frantically. “This is probably the biggest mess so far. And it happened all because of me…again. I’m just…tired of not being good enough,” she confessed and that defeated tone in her voice hurt Daniel more than anger would. She turned away from him and ran her hand through her hair frustratingly.

But Daniel was having none of it. He was angry. He didn’t even know at what or who. Maybe the anger was directed at everyone who has ever made Daisy feel less of a person. Or at the universe that kept hurtling disasters at them even in the time when they should be happy and enjoy a few quiet moments together. He knows that Daisy has these moments when she doubts herself. After every failed mission. She keeps it to herself so no one would see her like that. But he does, and he is always there to remind her who she is. He’ll never stop doing it.

He saw Kora leaning against a tree further away from them, with a pained expression on her face. They were both hurting for Daisy. She gave him a nod and disappeared behind a big fern to give them more privacy.

“Daisy, look at me,” he told her with a soft but urgent voice, and turned her around, keeping his hands on her arms. “Human or inhuman, we all make mistakes. We all blame ourselves for them but what you are doing… It’s not right. You are blaming yourself for mistakes that are not yours, for problems that you had nothing to do with or decisions that you weren’t a part of.” He raised his hand to wipe away a tear that escaped her eye.

“But-”

“No. You are gonna let me finish without cutting in. I have a whole speech ready,” he said with a smile.

Daisy chuckled and sniffled.

“The incident with the handshake on Vorix was my fault, not yours,” he squeezed her shoulders to emphasize it. “When someone hates Inhumans, that is also not your fault. Neither is this mission,” he assured her and moved his hands to hold hers. “Firstly, we were following Mack’s orders. Secondly, Augus came to the meeting with the sole purpose of disrupting the alliance. And thirdly…you can’t possibly blame yourself for using an alien teleportation device for the first time and messing up. So…don’t doubt yourself. You are the most capable person I know.”

“That was a different speech than the last time,” she told him with a raised eyebrow, a small smile playing on her lips.

“You know, I have to change it from time to time, so it doesn’t get boring. And also, I need to address the newest problem that led us to have this conversation in the first place,” he grinned at her, his hand gently cupping her cheek.

Daisy leaned into his touch and closed her eyes for a moment. “Thank you.” Then she closed the short gap between them and got lost in his warm embrace.

“For what?” Daniel asked quietly, placing a kiss on her forehead.

“For being my light in the darkness,” she mumbled, hiding her face in the crook of his neck.

Daniel smiled, content in their small moment. “Always.”

Suddenly the nearby ferns parted and super excited Kora jumped out of them. “You guys, I found water!”

Daisy yelped and automatically took her fighting stance and Daniel pulled out his gun from the holster, both looking extremely alarmed and ready to fire.

“No need to be this hostile. I’ll show you where it is out of my own free will,” Kora muttered teasingly with a satisfied grin on her face.

“Kora! You almost gave us a heart attack!” Daisy yelled at her younger sister.

“Nah, you are safe. The grandpa next to you should be more concerned,” she remarked and turned on her heel. “You coming or what?”

“I swear to God she’s the worst,” Daisy said while Daniel just laughed.

It didn’t take long for the three agents to reach the water source Kora’s found. It was a smaller stream that was flowing into a bigger one a few hundred meters further down the hill from where they stood. The water was crystal clear and the thought of finally quenching their thirst made the agents excited. Daisy kneeled on the ground and cupping her hands scooped up the water. Daniel did the same while Kora watched them, with a smile.

“Tasty, right?” She spoke up, amused.

“Refreshing,” Daisy said with a content sigh, splashing some water over her face, too.

“This is probably the best water, I’ve ever drunk,” Daniel informed them, scooping some more water to drink.

“Well, no pollution, just pristine nature. No wonder it tastes like heaven,” Daisy commented.

“We should come up with a brand name and use that as a slogan,” Kora chuckled. “Hmm…how about…Jurassic Spring, no pollution, just the taste of the pristine nature.”

“Or…Jurassic Spring, the true taste of the prehistoric forest,” Daisy added with a wide grin.

Daniel smiled at the sisters, shaking his head slightly. “Have you ever wondered what the prehistoric forest feels like? Try Jurassic Spring. No pollution, just the taste of the pristine nature.”

“Oh, you win, Danny-boy. You just came up with the whole commercial,” Kora laughed and high-fived him. “We should start our own marketing agency.”

“Yeah. Galaxy-wide, ideally,” Daisy joked, now sitting cross-legged on the ground. “Astro Ambassadors – Galaxy at your fingertips.”

“Wow. That actually sounds great. We could use it as a side job to earn more money,” Kora mused, already imagining it. A few seconds later she was brought back to reality by a splash of water from her sister. “Hey!”

Daisy chucked and pointed towards the stream next to her. “You are not thirsty?”

“I’ve already had some,” Kora shrugged as she stepped closer to the water. “But I might as well have some more. We don’t know when we find another stream.” She crouched down and dipped her hand into the water. After a few refreshing gulps, she looked conspiratorially at Daisy and grinned, splashing twice as much water on her as she did on Kora.

“Kora!” Daisy yelled, standing up from the ground, ready to quake the whole stream at her sister.

“Do you hear that?” Daniel cut in, suddenly.

“What?” Kora asked, confused.

“Exactly,” Daniel noted, looking at her with worry.

Daisy listened carefully to their surroundings but didn’t hear anything unusual. Well, except-

“It’s too quiet.”

She felt it at first. A shiver running down her spine and the feeling of dread settling in the pit of her stomach. The quiet around them getting even more pronounced. She looked around cautiously. Daniel and Kora stood behind her, doing the same. Time seemed to slow down…

Then she heard it. A deep throaty drumming sound coming from the direction they came from. She looked up into the nearby undergrowth, and when she finally saw it, masked among the huge leaves, her heart stopped for a moment and her eyes widened in fear. She swallowed hard and forced a breath into her lungs, frozen in place. Judging from the lack of sound from her teammates she assumed they saw it too. She felt like a deer in the headlights. Unable to think or act. Her mind was totally blank, void of any thought.

If you asked her later, she wouldn’t be able to tell you what happened first. Maybe it was Daniel calling her name, pulling her backward, and shouting something at her. She couldn’t comprehend his words. Maybe it was the enormous beast emerging from its hide, its huge teeth coming closer towards them. Maybe it was Kora’s scream. Or maybe it all happened at once.

She only knows when she finally came to her senses. Gauntlets. I need my gauntlets. She saw them next to the stream, they were getting further away…no, she was being dragged further away from them.

“It’s too late for that! We need to move!” Daniel called urgently into her ear.

Did she say it out loud? She wasn’t sure, she was still a little dazed. But as she watched as a huge foot stomped on her gauntlets and saw the snap of those big jaws she was brought to her senses completely.

Suddenly a huge ball of energy hit the dinosaur into its side. It emitted another deep throaty sound but otherwise looked unharmed. Just pissed off.

“I think you made it worse!” Daniel called to Kora and started to run along the stream, dragging Daisy with him.

The creature started to chase after them. Well, not exactly chase per se. It was more like fast walking as Daisy observed. However, with its long legs, even its walking was as fast as their running.

“I don’t think we are gonna outrun it!” she exclaimed fearfully as they ducked under the fern growth. The animal just stomped right through it without a sweat.

“Do you want to fight it, then?!” Kora asked breathlessly.

“Maybe I can slow it down,” Daisy replied and send a quake towards the beast. It stopped for a moment, shocked, then shook it off and followed after them again. Daisy groaned and sent another, much stronger quake at it. She hissed as a pain shot through her arm. The dinosaur lost its balance and sprawled on the ground, headfirst.

“Nice,” Daniel commented and pulled at Daisy’s arm to get her moving again.

“Where are we even running?” Kora spoke up, exhaustion seeping into her voice. “I don’t think I can keep going like this for too long.”

“Neither can I,” Daniel huffed. “We have to come up with a plan!”

They looked briefly behind them. The dinosaur was back on its legs and getting closer to them.

“On second thought, running seems like a good plan,” Daisy commented as a group of smaller feathered raptors came running out of the bushes.

“They run faster than us,” Kora piped up when a bunch of them ran past her.

Daniel stopped to catch his breath, massaging his right thigh. Daisy sent another powerful quake, toppling the beast to its side. They were now in the wide open. Next to them, the small stream changed into a river and a grassy field laid ahead of them, only small patches of trees here and there. Not many places to hide in.

“How’s your leg?” Daisy asked worriedly, placing her hand on his back.

Daniel just waved it off and motioned towards the scrambling animal. “Is that what I think it is?”

“A T-Rex?” Daisy asked, breathing heavily. “Well, considering the tiny arms, huge teeth, and the overall size of its body…I would say that yes.”

“I wouldn’t think it’s going to have feathers on the top of its head,” he remarked as he straightened up.

“I wouldn’t think I am actually gonna come face to face with it in the first place, yet here we are,” Daisy sighed. “The only good thing is that now I might know in which period we are.”

“Maybe it’s a good thing, but it’s totally useless,” Kora grumbled with a mixture of emotions in her voice.

“Let’s just hope the asteroid is not gonna hit the Earth today. That’s all,” Daisy muttered lightly as she sent another quake at the T-Rex. “But with our luck…”

Kora’s face paled a little. “What?!”

Daisy was about to bite something back when her eyes caught a reflection on a metallic object, not so far from the angry beast. “That can’t be…”

“What?” Both Daniel and Kora asked at once.

Daisy thought back on the animals that ran out of the bushes after getting startled by the big raging monster. Only now she realized that some of those looked exactly like the one that stole their teleporting device.

“Guys, look!” She pointed towards the metallic object on the ground.

“Oh my God,” Daniel breathed in disbelief and turned to look at Daisy with hope in his eyes.

She gave him a big smile in return and squeezed his hand. “We can go home.”

“Not if the Godzilla here crushes it with its foot,” Kora spoke up alarmed, as the T-Rex took few more steps towards them, coming closer to the device too.

“We need a plan,” Daniel said.

“There’s no time for that,” Daisy told him and started to walk towards the enormous creature. “We have to split up. Divert its attention.”

Daniel wanted to protest but he knew very well that there was no stopping her now. “So, I’ll guess we improvise.”

All three of them ran towards their impending doom, hoping they survive it. Daisy’s eyes were fixed solely on the prize – the device. Daniel pulled out his guns, not being sure if they’ll do any damage to the beast at all. Kora looked the T-Rex over, searching for a vulnerable spot where her blasts would hurt the most. The problem was, the animal was not only hungry but after being quaked to the ground multiple times, it was now full of rage.

Daisy almost reached the device when the dinosaur took a big step in her direction and its jaws clicked just a few inches from her head while she dived to the ground, ending the fall with a roll. She ended up in front of the device and grabbed it securely in her hands. Only then she realized that she is also right under the beast, which turned its attention towards Kora and her energy blasts. Daisy yelped and rolled away from her place, narrowly avoiding being crushed. She scrambled to her feet, preparing to throw the device to Daniel when she got hit by the T-Rexes tail. It sent her flying through the air and she landed hard on the ground. She groaned and rolled onto her back.

“Daisy!” Daniel called as two shots were fired.

She looked up to see the beast turning its attention towards Daniel, instead of her. The device was nowhere near her. She realized that it must’ve got knocked out of her grasp.

“I have it!” Kora exclaimed, running to Daisy’s side. She helped her stand up.

Daisy assessed the situation in front of her. “Whatever we do, it’s just pissing the T-Rex off more.”

“I know.”

Daisy sent a quake towards the beast again, aiming for its legs. It toppled over. Without her gauntlets, she couldn’t risk going full power on the creature. There were already some bruises visible on her forearms.

“Daniel! Come here!” She called to him, keeping an eye on the T-Rex. “We just need to distract it for long enough to get out of here,” she told Kora.

“What do you have in mind?” Kora asked when Daniel finally got to them at the same time as the animal stood up, its jaws snapping angrily.

Daisy crouched to the ground, placing her hands down into the grass.

“Whatever you are doing you better do it fast!” Daniel urged her impatiently.

She felt the vibrations of the soil first and then she went deeper feeling the rock. She concentrated her powers on it while trying to limit the vibrations in her arms. The ground started to shake. When she heard the crack, she smiled, turning her eyes towards the approaching dinosaur.

“Daisy! It’s coming in hot!” Kora yelled, clutching the device for dear life.

With another much louder crack, the ground opened in front of them and the surprised animal fell into the rift. Daisy straightened up and dusted her trousers.

“You guys OK?”

Kora was looking at her incredulously. “You couldn’t have done that earlier?”

“You know, it’s kind of hard to think when someone is scared out of their mind,” Daisy stated and reached for the device. “Now let’s get out of here.”

The agents stood in a circle again ready to jump away, listening to the rumbling sounds of the trapped dinosaur. The rift wasn’t too deep, so eventually, it was going to get out. They definitely didn’t want to stay long enough to see that happen.

“I hope it’s not broken,” Daisy mumbled scanning the sphere for any damage, missing Kora’s panicked expression. “We have to concentrate on the same place, don’t forget that. HQ is probably the best bet.”

“On three?” Kora asked.

“Fine,” Daisy mumbled as the blue lines appeared on the sphere.

“One.”

She looked at Kora encouragingly.

“Two.”

Then her eyes met Daniel’s and she let out her breath shakily.

“Three.”

Everything disappeared in the blue light.

End Notes: Did they finally manage to get home? Ehehe, I am not going to make it that easy for them. More adventures await. Speaking of...now is your time to give me ideas. I have a few more chapters planned and I know where this is all going (since I've already finished one of the two/three last chapters) but there can be more adventures in between. So, if you guys think of any time periods you would like to see them in and any characters for them to interact with (from Marvel or just the history), feel free to write it in the comments or send me an ask or a PM. The sooner the better.

This chapter was really fun to write, even if it took more time than I thought. I did a lot of research, learned some new things about T-Rex, Velociraptors, and the Late Cretaceous period. I read in an article that the sounds T-Rex probably emitted might've been similar to those of Emu. So, that's how I put it in the story. Also, the adults probably had feathers on their head and tail and were completely covered in them as young hatchlings.

Anyhow, that's enough of my rambling about Dinosaurs. See you guys next week and please leave kudos or reblog this. Stay safe!

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Just a Sunny day for You (Part 2)

“So... what’s that?”

Anna smiled softly at the childish wonder and excitement in Katherine’s voice. Though they’d only been around each other for a few months, Katherine and Anna had grown very close - even closer than they were at their peak back in the previous life. It had been a slow, arduous process, but things seemed to be getting better by the day.

Today was a day off for both of them - Anna had off from the bar she worked at and Katherine had finally gotten a complete “all clear” from the doctors, having battling pneumonia and related complications ever since coming back. For a while, it was only a little cough, but now that cough seemed to have disappeared.

So, it was the first weekend that Katherine was truly and completely healthy.

A reason to celebrate, as far as Anna was concerned.

“So, Kitty, what would you like to do today?”

Katherine hums softly to herself, leaning back on her heels as she thought about the question. She ran through a few things in her mind - distance, time, money - until she settled on something and smiled brightly at her best friend.

“How about we go to that big... er...” she frowns, trying to think of the word. She can’t, so she starts to mime it in a very dramatic, big fashion. She looks very determined, however, to get her point across.

“It’s got those things! That go up and down and around and loop!” She holds out her hand in a straight line, palm facing down, and mimics something doing those exact motions. “You see people do this all the time while they’re on them!” She throws her hands in the air and leans back and forth a few times. “And they have that sweet fluffy stuff! It’s uhm... uh...” she frowns. “I don’t know the name of it. I’m sorry.”

Katherine looks down, a bit frustrated and sad by the lack of words. Coming back to this world hadn’t been a cake walk - far from it - but the girl still kept on trying. It was something that Anna really loved about her.

“What else is there? Maybe I can figure it out?” Anna asks.

Katherine nods, a new strength to her determination as she continues.

“It’s got those games! The ones that go-” she makes finger guns, “pew pew pew! And uh... those ones that have a target and water? And big fluffy animals! And- oh! And those big contraptions that people get strapped into and they go:” she throws her hands up in the air, dramatically jumping straight up then straight back down as she makes a soft cry, as if mimicking the sound of a crowd exploding into excitement.

“It’s like that-” Kat starts, but then Anna chuckles. Kat tilts her head. “What?”

Anna takes her hand out of her pocket to reveal two tickets to the nearby adventure park. “I think I get what you’re talking about.”

Katherine’s face all but lights up at the tickets. She excitedly moves to hug Anna tightly.

“When are we going?!?” Kat asks, bouncing up and down.

“Whenever you’re ready to go, babes, I’ve got the whole day figured out,” Anna replies with a grin, barely able to finish the sentence before Katherine all but sprints to her room to get changed. When Kat came back out, she was ready.

“Okay! Let’s go!” Kat says, grabbing Anna’s hand and all but sprinting out of the room.

They get onto the train and, within the hour, are at the gate of the amusement park.

Anna looks it all over calmly before she feels Kat practically glue herself to her side, anxious energy coming off of her in waves.

“Are you alright, Kitty?” Anna asks, gently wrapping an arm around the girl. She knows this is Kat’s first big step into being... well, as normal as they can be, but the amount of people here was more of a concern for Anna than anything else.

Kat gave her a half smile. “Lots of people here.”

“Who all wanna enjoy the rides like you, love. I promise, no one’s gonna do anything to you here,” Anna says gently. She doesn’t move, though; she doesn’t want to force any moves for Katherine.

Katherine looks around warily and Anna could have sworn she was going to decide to go back home, but then Kat’s eyes widened with such excitement at one of the rides and-

“Let’s go!”

Katherine led the way, all the way through security (which, thankfully, was a breeze to get through this time around) and straight towards one of the rides.

“Do you want to wait in line for the front of the thing or do you just want to get on?” Anna asks as they pull to a stop in front of one of the biggest roller coasters in the park.

Katherine frowns. “What’s the difference?”

“The front is apparently the most exciting, but everyone wants to go on it,” Anna says, looking at the lines. Not too bad, but still definitely about ten minutes more than other lines. “I’ve heard good things about this coaster, though.”

“Is that what they’re called?” Katherine asks, eyes only on Anna as she asks. “A coaster?”

Anna smiles gently. “Roller coaster, apparently. They’re all over the place.”

Katherine nods, looking at the lines herself, before she shrugs and walks towards the second row. Anna smiled; it was the same one she would have chosen, honestly.

They talk throughout the line about small stuff: how Katherine’s job search was going, how yesterday’s antics with Anne went, how Jane is actually, confirmed, space-heater warm and wonderful to curl up to for naps, and how she’s got a few plans up her sleeve for Catherine and Cathy.

“So you just want to... bring everyone together?” Anna asks as they move up in the line.

“Yeah,” Kat nods with a serious look on her face.

“By hugging them?”

“Yes.”

“And you think they’ll let you?”

“I have it on good authority, yes.”

“Whose the authority?”

“TV.”

“That’s a terrible authority.”

“Well, what would you suggest?”

“You talk to them first, not stare at them wide-eyed like a cat five inches from their face.”

“I would NEVER-”

“Jane already told me.”

“-oh. Well... you know what? It worked the first time, I’m sure it will for the rest!”

“Why’s that?”

“I’m babey.”

Anna laughs at the teasing face Katherine makes as she moves up the line, ending up right at the front. Anna gently took Katherine’s hand.

“You ready for this?”

Katherine is bouncing with adrenaline already, nodding multiple times before the coaster rolls to a stop in front of them. Their gate opens and Katherine moves on in, sitting down. Anna watches the people behind them buckle in and helps Katherine do the same. The operator walks on by to make sure it’s all good before they make final checks.

With a jerk forward, they start the slow climb to the top of the ride.

Anna looks around at the view; it’s a nice one, with a nearby town in full view as well as the highway. She smiles at the soft breeze against her face, the sudden drop of volume of the world while they were up here... it’s nice. Peaceful, even.

Suddenly, a hand can be felt on Anna’s, however, and with a concerned frown Anna whips her head to look at Katherine... but instead of fear, Katherine looks absolutely in awe of their surroundings. It’s a major relief for Anna to see the girl so at peace, especially after the previous few months of their new start.

But then, Katherine’s eyes go wide with fear.

“Holy-”

That’s all Kat can say, though, as the ride takes a dip down, and now they’re headed down the first big drop of their lives.

The screams and chaos all come at once, and the adrenaline rush that Anna feels is nothing she’s felt before. She holds onto the bars for dear life as she gets lost in the moment, in the sensation of the various loops and turns and something called a “corkscrew” and... and-

Katherine. Katherine is yelling.

And it’s okay.

She looks over just in time to see Katherine throw her hands up in the air, just like how she did it when she was describing the park this morning. She’s laughing, screaming, doing exactly what a teenager would do at a park.

It’s like she’s normal.

For the moment, she absolutely is.

When they get off the ride, it’s like something’s changed for Katherine - she leads them to ride after ride, taking in everything and anything, enjoying the day like a normal teen would.

Kat suddenly stops mid-stride and dramatically points at Anna, challenging her to a water gun game (they both lose, but it was close their third try).

They have a mini picnic of sorts in one of the grassy areas of the park, eating their food and talking about some of the new and improved things they’ve seen in this new life: roller coasters, electricity, doorbells, pens... so much had changed, but in the most fascinating and exciting way possible.

When they were done, Katherine all but sprinted towards the rest of the rides, Anna not too far behind and keeping a close eye on her closest friend.

They spent the entire day there, laughing and talking and going on rides and just... being there, together, like normal.

If you asked Anna later, she’d say that was the first time she felt accepted in this new world.

The walk back to the train was rather tedious, as the two women were tired out by their adventures, but when they were picked up by Bessie at the station an hour later, Katherine all but collapsed into her chair.

“Did you two have fun?” Bessie asks, smiling gently at the younger woman before she started to drive off. Anna gently put a hand around Katherine’s shoulders, allowing the girl to get close and lean her head against Anna’s shoulder.

“It was a lot of fun!” Katherine says mid-yawn. “We went on all the rides at least, like, twice.”

Anna nods. “We tried for a few games, but I think we’ll need more practice.”

“Maybe next time,” Katherine says, eyes closing, “we can bring the other queens and the ladies in waiting? I think we’d all really like it.”

Anna looks down at the girl before a soft smile spreads on her face; of course she’d immediately think to bring the others, of course she’d want all of them to be close enough to allow that.

“I suppose if we all get together in the future, we could,” Anna says with a nod. “No promises, but if we’re all in the same neighborhood or something-”

But that’s all she can say before she looks down and notices that Katherine has completely fallen asleep on her shoulder.

Anna pulls the girl even closer, looking up at the rear view mirror where Bessie was watching.

“Was she alright?” Bessie asks, clearly concerned.

Anna nods. “She’s just fine.” Anna kisses the top of the girl’s head and, with a fond smile, makes a note to ask the others about a group trip when they meet up again. For now, however, she can enjoy just how peaceful the moment was, and sleep well tonight knowing that Katherine will only have dreams of excitement and cotton candy.

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